Zayne’s POV
The city has a pulse at night.
Tonight, it beats like a warning.
I was standing at the back of the black SUV, watching rain crawl down the tinted glass like it was afraid to fall. My guards sit silent, tense. No music. No useless talk. Everyone feels it, the shift. The hunt has started.
“Tracker ping confirmed,” Marcus says from the front. “Target is underground. Private club. Restricted access.”
Jake.
Just his name tastes like rust in my mouth. “Move,” I said.
The car slides into traffic, disappearing into the veins of the city. Neon lights smear across the window. I picture Aurora’s face the last time I left her, trying to be brave, hiding fear behind that soft smile. She thinks I’m resting tonight.
I’m lying to her. Because monsters don’t rest.
The club is hidden be
