"Now, your enemies, are they in this city?'' She went back to the main topic, but Nicole was too fearful to muster any hatred for those people.
She nodded, feeling her mouth was too weak to utter words. She saw Cyra's raised brows, and she gave the complete address, hoping they hadn't moved.
"It's time to feed; follow me." Cyra jumped out of the window, landing with ease, and she sped past in a blink.
Nicole froze, yet her eyes tracked Cyra's swift effortless movements; she moved clumsily, in between speed and walk, almost missing Cyra's figure.
As they moved, Nicole quickly adjusted, keeping pace with Cyra without lagging.
They sped through the streets; as time passed by, Nicole felt the street was getting familiar, and Cyra stopped- this was all she had glimpsed through Nicole's mind.
Nicole tried to stop, but she had no control of her legs, and she almost crashed on Cyra's back.