Chapter 10: CHAPTER TEN

HENDRIX'S POV I finally set up a meeting with the last person I ever wanted to see. The café, our scheduled meeting place, was tucked in a quiet corner of the old part of the city, far from where I lived, far from anywhere that felt like home. I chose it deliberately. If I was going to meet Mara, it would be on my terms, in a place where no one would recognize me or worse, recognize us. I sat at a small table near the window, watching the drizzle paint streaks down the glass. My coffee...