Kane blinked rapidly, scanning the empty space where the figure had been standing moments before.
"Did you see its face?"
Cyrus opened the passenger door, his movements sharp with barely controlled tension.
"Get in."
"But they were right there—"
"Kane."
The dragon's voice carried an edge that made Kane's spine straighten involuntarily.
Kane slid into the leather seat, still craning his neck to peer through the rear window as Cyrus started the engine.
"They've been following us all day. First at the park, now here." Kane's fingers drummed against his thigh.
"That's not a coincidence."
Cyrus pulled into traffic without responding, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.
"You recognized it."
It wasn't a question.
Kane watched Cyrus's profile in the dashboard glow, noting the tight line of his jaw.
"I thought I did. For just a second, when the light hit its face... But it was too quick to be sure."
