Curiosity got the better of her. She followed him one evening, down a narrow, dimly lit alley.
There he was, moving with lethal precision. A man approached—clearly an enemy. A gun flashed, but he was untouchable, fluid, like a shadow in motion.
Her breath caught. Who was he?
He noticed her then. His eyes locked on hers, dark and dangerous, but beneath it… a flicker of something else. Concern? Possession? She didn't know.