LIORA'S POV;
I waited outside Wolf’s Creed, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk as cold air bit at my skin. The towering building loomed above me, its mirrored windows reflecting my restless figure. I’d been here for two hours, ignoring the ache in my legs and the growing sting of humiliation. People had started to glance my way, their curiosity barely concealed.
I didn’t care. Not about the stares, not about how pathetic I might look right now. I only cared about one thing: getting Ronan to listen to me.
When his sleek black car finally rolled into view, my heart jumped into my throat. He was leaving. If I didn’t stop him now, I’d lose my chance.
“Ronan!” I shouted, darting across the street.