Lucy was exhausted.

She had no money, no phone, nothing but herself, and a mind fraying at the edges. She wondered how far she’d wandered from Jeremy’s apartment after terrifying him earlier. He must have thought she was a freak or that he’d imagined the whole thing.

Was she worried about him? Of course. But she reassured herself: he was far safer away from her than in her presence. Whoever had been in his apartment earlier could check again and see she was nowhere near.

The world felt cold as she walked down the cobble stoned walkway, the streets busy with chatters and businesses struggling to survive. Her stomach growled...