I don't waste any time, whirling around to walk quickly down the alleyway and back toward the restaurant Lev is in.

　　Panic wraps itself around my heart that thunders against my chest as I race around the corner, refusing to look back over my shoulder. The brief image of him I got before fleeing is imprinted in my mind, yet I can't quite figure out who it was an where I have heard that voice before.

　　I don't care who it is, I'm not getting in the car with him.

　　Lev is standing speaking to the waiters, trying to get us a table as I push through the glass door...