>>Ariston
"Don't come after me!!" I yelled over my shoulder as I ran, my skirts billowing around my legs.
"Why not?" Drakkar's voice was practically singing with amusement. "I never thought I'd get to see you like this. I can't let you slip away!"
Bastard.
I didn't stop to argue—I sprinted.
My tail swayed wildly behind me, my wig nearly slipping off as I pushed past laughing festival-goers, weaving through the crowds like a madman.
Drakkar was right behind me.
I could hear him, his heavy footsteps pounding against the cobblestone, effortless and unhurried—like he wasn't even trying, like he was simply enjoying the chase.
"Excuse me—pardon me—move!" I gasped, dodging a group of children holding festival lanterns.
One of them gasped, "Wow! She's so fast!"
I wanted to scream.
Drakkar was laughing.
"Come on, Ari," he called teasingly. "Why are you running from me?"
"WHY DO YOU THINK?!"
