Selene didn't believe a word Ethan said.
He was acting too strange—his hesitation, his tension, the way his grip had almost tightened around her earlier. Something was wrong.
And she didn't feel safe bringing him into the heart of a drug-ridden den when he wasn't at his best.
'Maybe I am being a little too greedy. I should take things slow. I still have time to execute more of my plans.'
She was just about to call off the mission when—
A blur of motion met the corner of her vision.
Her instincts flared to life, and she yanked Ethan out of the way.
A man barreled past them at full speed, missing them by inches before crashing straight into a crumbling concrete wall.
The sickening crack of impact echoed through the alley. The man slumped forward, unconscious.
Selene immediately crouched down to assess him.
His skin was damp with sweat, his pupils blown wide. Was he on the awakening drug, or just a regular addict? It was difficult to tell.
