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“Stay the hell away from me!” Connie could feel him close behind her as she strode out of the Grand Hotel lobby and into the street-lit night. Snow. Over to her right, a bridge. Strömbron. Get out and away. It was all she could think to do.
The freezing weather slapped at her as she crossed onto the bridge toward the palace and Old Stockholm. She could feel the heat of her cheeks in sharp contrast to the night chill.
Damn the man. “Damn you, John Wallace!” she shouted loud enough for him to hear as she crossed onto the bridge. She didn’t need to turn to know that he continued to stalk her. Matching her pace. Boiling as deeply inside as she was.
Anger pounded at her. Drove at her. Drove her. Across the bridge, she continued past the palace. She took a left, past the palace guards in
