At a red light, I relaxed back into my seat and fiddled with the ring that was still on my finger. I had forgotten to give it back. I don't think I would want to give it back, either. I wanted so part of the life I had lived for twenty-five years to share with —a part where there was no deception.
I didn't have much that I was taking with : just a pair of clothes, my identification and the details of my new bank accounts. It had taken a day to set it all up.
Daisy had helped considerably in getting a new identity, again. I was causing the woman grief, but I hoped that it would give her sothing good in return. I know that she was going to et Ethan again when I left. The least I could do was play the wicked matchmaker, though unknowingly, and have soone co out happy from all the ss I had gotten myself into.
Adam had been taken out of the agent training program and shifted to the hackers' departnt. Under Daisy's supervision, he was flourishing. I had not spoken to him in a while, but I was sure that I would get news if sothing bad happened to him. He would, of course, not know where I was. And it would be impossible to find where I was going.
Daisy would know where I was, but I had sworn her to secrecy. She wouldn't tell anyone. I was safe with my secrets and my past. It was ti for to do sothing good.
Having these thoughts on my mind, I finally pulled the ring off my finger and placed it on the dashboard. I smiled to myself, content that it would be my last day on the continent. I planned on travelling; I planned on healing and doing sothing good for a change.
As the light turned green, I started my car again and started out slowly. I checked the mirrors ever so often, leaving out no bases to ensure that my last day on the continent would go without a hitch. I would not end up like the unfortunate agents who fall to their death on the last day of their service.
That is when I noticed it: the most conspicuous car on the street. It was diagonally behind . He couldn't have followed from the beginning, I reasoned with myself. I had been extrely careful and kept looking over my shoulders. Maybe he was just on the sa street as , within ten feet and looking at my car...
Doubtful.
I sighed, not wanting to acknowledge his presence for as long as I could. I had no intention of talking to him. I had thought that I had seen the last of him, but no he had to drop by when I was perfectly content with not thinking about him.
Was I really going to leave without telling him?
I couldn't think about it. There was no place for guilt. I had made a decision when I had asked him to stay away from . He might not have been keeping his side of the promise, but I sure as hell would. Not that he made any such promise.
So, to avoid confusion, I did that one thing that I had artistically mastered—running away. I stepped on the accelerator and prayed to God that there would be no cop in the vicinity. To my discontent, there were no cops trying to catch up to , but the ostentatious foreign car that looked powerful enough to bulldoze anything that ca in its way.
I would have taken the cops over that, any day.
My feet seed like they would beco permanently plastered to the accelerator. My hands gripped the wheel so tight, that I felt my palms start to tingle with the lack of blood. I cursed as a car unexpectedly ca at . I swerved out of the way, hoping that I had not left an accident in my wake. On a second note, I hoped that there were no casualties, but that Anthony would get caught up in the chaos. I had no such luck. I saw him coming at ; he did not pretend to go slow.
I felt the familiar thrill trickle into my bloodstream as I saw him reach my side. Our cars were a foot apart, and a little tilt of my hands to send him crashing into the divider. I tried to push down my need to taunt him and looked straight ahead. I waited for it. At the next crossing, I took a sharp turn.
My paranoia had gotten the better of . I had taken to living in hotels, and not putting an address beside my na. He wouldn't know that I had shifted from the apartnt I had been sharing with Daisy.
I pumped my fists into the air. A millisecond later, I realized what a child I was acting like. My foot left the accelerator and the car slowed down. There was less traffic on the road. As I drove further, I felt a crippling sense of loss.
I wanted to leave all the nonsense behind, but I loved the chase.
No, you love the fact that he is still chasing you.
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