The market was all noise and sweat—a living thing that didn't care who was hunting whom. The stalker slid through the chaos, totally chill, blending in like just another face in the crowd. But their eyes? Laser-focused on that group up ahead.
Kai Baek.
Noah Rains.
And their gaggle of pretty idiots, clueless and shiny as new coins.
A smirk twitched under the mask, almost a laugh, almost not. They'd been waiting for this—skulking around, eyes everywhere, hiding in the open like a damn pro. Jenna's orders—well, her old man's, technically—were burned into their brain. But look, this wasn't just business. This was personal. Sweet, petty satisfaction.
Kai had clocked them, too. You could see it in the way his jaw tightened, his eyes darting around. That little spike of animal panic—like a deer catching a whiff of wolf on the wind. Delicious.
