Anabella's heart skipped in fear as she tried her best to not look back. But the glare she could feel aimed her way as Anabella continued to walk forward without looking back.
She knew that it was a bad idea to not see what kind of person was following her, but Anabella's common sense told her not to pay attention to such things.
Anabella was far more adapted at being followed because of her training during childhood, and yet, this was one of the only times she had to use her skills practically. It left her feeling exhausted, and she had not even done anything of importance…yet.
Still, the feeling persisted. Every now and then, she'd catch a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision, or the faint sound of footsteps that seemed to echo her own. Her pace quickened, and so did the sound behind her.
