Especially when she knew she was being followed. The city had been her home for three years now, so the late-night trek home was familiar, almost a comfort. In her now twenty-two years of life, maintaining her independence was as much of a priority as the switchblade in her jacket pocket was a security. A part of her truly enjoyed the peaceful solitude these walks could bring, but she wasn't stupid enough to do it without protection.
Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus.
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