Chapter 118

If he was here, he'd follow her. At least she hoped he would. It was a bet. A wild bet. All her instincts flared in warning to run and duck the other way, be the old school monk who got things done the old school way. With a team, a strategy, a plan. She had never been so reckless. Did she even know how he fought? Or if he'd injure her first and then strip her or her sneaky pocket knives? Why did the prospect unfurl excitement in place of clinical curiosity?

Evan trailed her with perfect distance, fifteen meters away, distance he could cover in mere fifteen seconds if he sprinted the way humans did.

She floated in and out of his direct view like she was testing him. Maybe she knew. He wanted her to know. The anticipation was always the better part of catching a prey. Literally and figuratively. He finally zeroed in on the moment he could come face to face with her once again, and this dance of light and shadow could begin it's climax. She turned to an allley whose entrance was cover