They always do, and I always follow. It’s one of the rules of the game; that is all this is to people like her. I’m just another pawn in her game, another piece on a blood-strewn board.
This was one game I planned to end.
She ran into a shop, a teen-chick boutique where half the floorspace was given over to too-thin mannequins, the rest filled with gawky post-pubescent girls trying to look like the mannequins. Poor choice of store; at over six-feet tall and wearing a faded red full length coat, she stood out, clearly.