Many People Started Following You
“I had nearly forgotten how big New York City is,” Pellinore murmured. He looked at the person standing in front of him, and held tightly the hand of the girl beside him. Pell tilted his head, assessing the stranger. “Who are you?”
Rachel’s eyes were wide and a little frightened. She loved big cities for the same reason every young woman loved cities: the shopping and the sights. But she absolutely hated how crowded it was. Being what she was and who she is with, she could not help but to be paranoid around anyone they meet.