“Sienna,” Aimee started as she played with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Yeah?” “Are you okay? You’re staring and hunting the crowds.” Aimee looked over her shoulder and around the courtyard we stood in. “I’m fine, but I keep feeling like that guy is going to pop out every time we stop somewhere or start to leave.” Like clockwork, I looked through the shadows for any glimpse of that teal-blue hair and stature. “Do you want him to be there?” Vera asked this time. I pondered that for a moment before answering. Do I? “I don’t think I’d mind, but I’m curious about his reason. The first time was
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