Adela came out and halted in the middle of the street. She put her hands down on her hips and turned around to look for Richard. As far as she knew, he was a skilled swordsman, but not one to deceive.
Adela was suddenly startled when she heard a voice asking, "Why are you stalking me?"
Adela turned around when she heard the voice. She tried to talk, but she couldn't even understand how this man could appear in front of her so quickly and then vanish. Richard, however, interrupted her thoughts with another query.
"Why are you stalking me?"
His voice seemed angrier this time. Adela dug her own grave with her own hands; at this point, no one could help her. Not even Camilla. Adela forced a hard breath and stammered, "Me-me?"
"Is anyone else here except you and me?" As he folded his hands, Richard asked, his keen eyes scanning Adela from bottom to top as if he had just caught a wanted felon.
