Chapter 7

Chase and Miu sat opposite each other. Chase stared at his watch, tapping his fingers against the table top.

Miu leaned in but drew back as the waiter plonked a jar of hot blackcurrant juice at the centre of the table.

“Thanks,” Chase said without looking up.

“Waiting for something?”

“Someone,” he said with a slight irritation.

“Sorry,” Miu started, “You’re the one that dragged….”

Suddenly, a sharp pain travelled from her back through her chest and her shirt felt hot and wet.