---- another one, and make sure it's strawberry this time. "Tf you're not back in an hour, you might as well bunk with the typhoon tonight." The bakery owner was taken aback to see me again. "Girl, you should head back. It's really late, and we're closing up. "Don't risk your neck for a cake! We're in the middle of a typhoon here. Someone just got crushed by a tree that got blown over!" As he moved to lock up, I grabbed his hand, desperation in my voice, "I'm sorry... Please, could you make just one more, a strawberry one?" Cake in hand, I dashed back, narrowly avoiding a car that zoomed by, clipping me. Thit the pavement hard, my clothes shredded by the rough asphalt. ---- Scrambling to my feet, I ignored the blood on my hands. When I finally made it back to the villa with the cake, the servant informed me that Thomas and Chloe were asleep and had left strict orders not to be disturbed. With that, the door was shut tight. Panic-stricken, I pounded on the door. "No! Please! Thomas! I got the cake, let me in!" After what felt like an eternity of silence, my limbs were numb and cold. I forced myself to leave, remembering a nearby kennel.