Erica's POV

My gaze was long and hard. He stepped out of his car and I was immediately filled with the urge to slap him across his face.

His golden eyes still had their mesmerizing hue. They were probably the only thing stopping me from carrying out my plan–that and my weak throbbing leg.

"Erica?"

"No! I don't want to hear any of it!"

I turned to walk away, or rather, limp away. I could feel his eyes on me but I couldn't care less.

"Erica!"

He called after me but I ignored him and continued to walk, grabbing a shopping trolley and heading into the store. That bastard had...