Salvar twisted the handle of the door while Silas dashed inside, dropping his pants and coat onto the table before advancing toward the man who was shuffling between the shelves.
The man turned around in confusion. His hoodie had been pushed back from his head, and Silas could see the scar running along his hairline, a pale and jagged line that suggested a history of violence.
"What are you doing?" Silas demanded.
The man didn't answer. Instead, he pulled a pocket knife from his belt and lunged forward, swinging it directly at Silas.
Silas stepped back and kicked out hard, catching the man square in the chest. The man hit the ground but recovered almost instantly, rolling to his feet with practiced efficiency. He was trained. He moved like someone dangerous.
