Familiar Stranger

NYSSA'S POV

I was practically tripping over my own feet, showing the urgency I had to escape Cormac's volatile, drunken stare. My chest was tight, and my breathing felt shallow. I didn't slow down until I was through the French patio doors and pushing open the first door I saw to the right.

I leaned against the cool wood, gasping. "Why am I still so nervous when I see Cormac?" I wheezed, the quest