Ian's coat had been left on the concrete ground.
Diana's chest tightened. She weirdly felt like she was losing something—it always felt like this…complicated, strange emotions boiling up inside of her whenever he was near her.
And it was no different now.
Her feet moved on their own. She actually wanted to stop him, to say something, anything, but Stefanos's voice sliced her back to reality, halting her.
"Going somewhere, Diana?"
She spun to face him.
"No."
"Good." He wore that satisfied smirk. Even if he heard none of their conversation, he knew everything went the way he wanted. The miserable look on her face told enough. He'd been watching her too.
"Come inside."
Diana hesitated, glancing at the gate Ian had exited through. Then she bent down and picked up his coat.
This was for the best.
Things were strange with him—unexplainably so. And she didn't want to get any more entangled with him.
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