Page 38 of The Guru: Shadow

33 again.

The moment she stepped out of the apartment building, an icy shudder ran down her spine.

“Where do you think you are going?” growled Deis’ deep voice behind her.

Focus. You prepared for this.

So, without turning, without giving him the satisfaction of a glance or reacting in any sort of way, she just walked.

“Emma!”

But she did not listen.

“You stop right now.” And his hand grasped around her arm.

“Let go of me.”

“The fuck I will.”

“I’ll scream.”

“No you won’t. Because I will–”

“Help! Somebody help me!” And she wiggled herself free. “Let go of me!”

His eyes had become slits, dark as ever, firing heavily at her. And as people stared and walked up to them, he let go of her.

“Nice try, Emma,” he whispered darkly in her ear. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I am sorry, sir, you must confuse me with somebody else,” she said coldly, turning around and leaving him standing there.

I will regret it. So very much.

She had seen it in his eyes, felt it in the aura he radiated the moment she opened the playing field. It was her who shot the gun to start the hunt. Well, actually, he did by invading her space. This was her defending herself, and he had to deal with the consequences.

Running late, a stranger thought me to be someone else

It was a good excuse, she thought. Not the whole truth, but not a lie. The whole ride in the subway, her heart raced. It raced from all the thought strings chasing each other in her mind. Would he follow her? Or wait at her home for her return?

‘You’ll pay for this.’

Damn.

A part of her was frightened to the bone, while that weird part of her was thrilled in anticipation.

The whole way from the subway station to Anson’s, she had a strange suspicion of being watched, and maybe she was. If he had someone install those cameras in her apartment, he would surely have the same person, or worse, people, observing her.

He was the one who stopped me.

He was the one who drove me out.

He has no fucking right whatsoever.

Julie waited for her in the lobby where the elevators led up to Anson’s. She was wearing a dark red, very tight dress today, usually the first thing anyone would look at, but the collier she had chosen was so monumental it took all the fame. Only from looking at it, Emma felt pain in her collarbones.

“Look at you! You really followed myadvice!” beamed Julie at her.

“Thanks, J,” she said with a grin, while cringing internally. “You look radiant as ever.”