Cressida's POVThe wail of sirens cut through the snowy night. Two vehicles screeched to a halt at almost the same time.Police officers got out of their cruiser as Liam rushed from an SUV."Anna!" Liam ran to my side. "Are you okay?""I'm fine," my voice shook. "He was following me. He tried to grab me."Ronan was still on the ground, groaning and clawing at his eyes."Sir, please cooperate," an officer said, approaching him. "You're being accused of stalking and harassment.""I didn't... I was just..." Ronan struggled to explain. "Cressida... She's Cressida... She's my...""I don't know this man," I told the officer calmly. "He's been spouting nonsense, calling me Cressida. My name is Anna Mitchell. I've lived here for four months.""Sir, do you have any identification?" the officer asked Ronan.Ronan pulled out his passport. His real identity was clear.The officer frowned. "Ronan Torres? You're from California?""Yes... I was looking for my...""Sir, stalking is a felony," the offi
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