Kahlan's POV "You came for me? I don't understand." The figure glanced around before pulling down its hood. It was a he, a man, not a lanky kid like I had expected. "What? You had assumed me to be a friend of the dead boy?" I sighed. Somewhat, yes. But he looked well in his thirties, cut from a refined gait even in his hoodie, with his hair far too smooth for someone who ran that fast. "If you aren't one of Callahan's tow-buds, then who exactly are you?" He moved closer, a small smile stretching his lips. “My name is Derek,” he said finally. The woods around us rustled with the wind, he didn’t look winded from the chase, at all. If anything, he looked like he had all the time in the world, like I was the one who had just been caught. “And why the hell are you following me, Derek?” I asked, my fists shoved deep into the pockets of my hoodie, fingers pressing against the gloves, I could feel my blood boil literally. His gaze deviated to my hands. “You don't kno
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