When Rodent finally spotted Clayton, he paused for a moment. Clayton had always been known as a coward—though in truth, he was simply someone who exercised extreme caution.
Once Rodent was certain it was really him, he couldn't suppress a knowing smirk. He had been waiting a long time for the chance to kill this man. But until now, he'd never succeeded—either the timing had been off, or the risk of killing someone within city limits had been too great, especially if the authorities found out.
But now, Rodent was far more confident. Ever since joining the loyalist faction of the Blood Raiders, his power had increased dramatically—he was nearing the peak of his strength. He was convinced he could take Clayton down without any trouble.
Meanwhile, Clayton felt a wave of unease the moment he sensed Rodent's piercing gaze. His scalp tingled—like prey realizing, too late, that a predator had locked eyes on it.
