"Beg him?
Did he hit his head against the door?
I let go of his hand, not caring if Richard and Colton would see me.
Resigned to my embarrassment, I turned around and began to walk away.
Suddenly, everything in front of me turned black.
A men's long coat covered my head and brought me back with skillful strength, pushing me against the railing, and out of sight from the two men.
Lingering at the tip of my nose was a crisp scent of mint. It was rather fitting from Zion.
Richard's footsteps seemed to pause for a moment before I heard Zion's rebellious voice.
"Is President Lincoln very interested in the private affairs of young couples?"
Richard seemed to scrutinize something, his voice slow and tranquil.
"These shoes your girlfriend is wearing, my wife seems to have a similar pair."
My heart skipped a beat.
This was a limited edition design with only a handful available in New York City.
