“How do you know him?” Wren whispered, pulling Elena behind the counter.
“His name is Lucien Black. He was the one who helped me find you.” Elena whispered back.
Wren’s grip around Elena’s wrist slowly released. Her eyes darted to the man now surveying the bar quietly, both hands tucked into his pockets. She scoffed in disbelief.
The hunter had become the hunted.
The very man she had stayed up all night searching for information on had walked through her door. And worse — he was the very man who had orchestrated her reunion with her sister.
Things were getting more complicated. She would just sit this job out.
“Lucien Black.” She repeated, turning her attention back to Elena. “His presence is quite intimidating. How did you get acquainted with him?”
Elena drew in a short breath, slu
