Chapter 222 Flame Tame Ch9

• She doesn’t run far — just far enough.Old boots pounding down wet pavement, hoodie sticking to her skin where the drizzle soaks through. She ducks behind the corner bar that’s been dead for years — busted door, flickering sign, the smell of stale cigarettes clinging to the brick.
• She presses her palms to the wall, breath ragged, heart a snarl she can’t cough out.
• She hates him. She hates herself more.She wants him anyway.