Alex sprinted across the rain-slick rooftops, his breath ragged, chest burning from the effort.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!"
Each word was gasped between frantic breaths as he leapt from one rooftop to another, barely pausing to check behind him. Every glance over his shoulder brought fresh panic.
Was Ethan chasing him?
No... not yet.
He landed hard on the edge of another rooftop and rolled behind a concrete outcrop, pressing his back against the cool surface. His heart pounded in his ears, and his muscles trembled. He peeked again.
Nothing.
No flicker of lightning. No cold, emotionless eyes. Just empty air.
Alex exhaled sharply, collapsing against the wall.
"Hah… I lost him…" he muttered to himself, more to stay sane than anything else. "He's probably still dealing with Emily. He might still be under the effects of the Drug... yeah… yeah…"
That lie steadied him. Just enough to keep from falling apart.
But then—
He felt it.
A warm breath. On his neck.
