Something compelled me. I turned and cast a cautious glance over my shoulder.
My heart skipped a beat. The breath caught in my lungs.
Darrow was tailing us.
He walked at a swift pace, slipping through clusters of people effortlessly. He went completely unnoticed by those around him, and his wide gray eyes — eyes that had haunted me — were fixed wholly on me. I erupted into flames, feeling hot all over like the way I had during my dream of the Great Fire. The pain in my head pulsed faster, like a warning bell, and my vision swam.
One side of his mouth turned up into a smirk as he met my gaze. It looked more like a snarl. A flash of rage burned in his eyes.
A shaky sound tore out of me. It was so sudden and sharp that it hurt my throat on the way out.