Chloe's POV
"No problem," I said, snapping back to reality.
Danny glanced at the darkening streets. "Look, let me walk you to your door. Too many rogues hanging around this part of town at night. It's not safe."
I didn't push back. We started walking.
We passed a few high-end, high-security apartment buildings, and Danny slowed down, probably expecting me to turn in. Instead, I led him down a narrow, shadowy alley.
The streetlights here were flickering out, and the air was a thick mix of cheap gasoline and damp moss.
The whole place felt like a relic—a piece of the city forgotten by time, covered in layers of messy graffiti.
Danny's brow furrowed deeper with every step. He even let out a flicker of his pheromones to ward off any creeps lurking in the shadows.
Finally, I stopped in
