Page 11 of Puck'N Enemy
The thrill of the chase explodes through my veins. My leg, once weak and stiff from the injury, holds strong beneath me, allowing me to keep pace with Dylan. I breathe in deep and steady, enjoying the way my muscles burn and come alive.
A feral grin comes onto my lips as I close the distance between us.
Dylan is fast. Always has been.
But he keeps looking over his shoulder, like he can’t quite believe I’m really chasing him. He thinks he can outrun what he’s done to me but not this time.
My leg throbs and my lungs burn but I don’t care.
I want my answers and I’m going to get them one way or another.
Dylan ducks into a side alley, desperate to throw me off his trail.
My heart hammers wildly as I chase after him, my teeth bared in a snarl.
He’s not getting away from me today until he tells me why he broke me and left me all those years ago. I’m going to snatch the truth out of him and make sure he knows he’smine.
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Dylan
Panic claws up my throat as I sprint down the narrow alleyway. My sneakers slip against the cracked concrete, nearly making me skid.
I still can’t believe Logan is right behind me. He was supposed to be recovering. He wasn’t supposed to be able to run and chase after me like a crazed hunting dog.
I glance over my shoulder and he’s there, closing the distance fast between us. My heart pounds against my chest, telling me it’s about to be broken into a million pieces once again.
I tried my best to stay away from Logan. I thought I’d get over him if I just knew he was doing okay.
But they were just lies I told myself. I got careless today and let myself get too close to him.
Stupid.
I should’ve known better. Logan was always sharper than he let on.
My feet come to a sudden halt. A crumbling brick wall towers over me like a damn executioner’s block.
Shit. It’s a dead end.
Breathing hard, I spin around to see Logan stalking into the alley.
He’s walking, slow and deliberate, knowing I can’t run anymore. His dark strands are a mess from the chase, his cheeks flushed with heat and anger. Fire burns in those brown eyes as he stares at me.
Logan looks so damn beautiful, even though he’s currently furious at me. I slowly back up until my back hits the wall.
Logan stops a few feet away, glaring at me like he can’t decide whether to punch me or kiss me. His massive chest heaves with every breath while the muscles in his arms flex with tension.
I swallow hard, my pulse thundering in my ears. “Logan...” I start, my voice hoarse.
His jaw clenches. “Don’t.”
His one word shuts me up immediately.
Logan’s gaze rakes over me as he steps closer. “Why?” he demands, his voice rough and broken. “Why did you leave, Dylan?”
I open my mouth but the words are stuck in my throat, choking me.
Tell him, my mind screams at me.Tell him so that he stops hurting.
