Chapter 66 Hunting Samantha

• Skylar
• The cold, crisp air of a classic English autumn bit at my cheeks as I sprinted across the cobblestone courtyard. My boots clattered frantically against the stone, the sound echoing like a ticking clock in the quiet morning.
• Guilt clawed at my insides, sharp and relentless. After completely losing track of time in Michael’s room, I had left him looking utterly baffled on his sofa while I bolted. Samantha had been counting on me to help her with the morning stalls for the festival at noon, and I was already horribly late.