The night was pitch-black, the street eerily long, filled with the pitiful wails of two men clutching their stomachs as they writhed on the ground.
They'd clearly underestimated the drugged man before them—his awareness hadn't dulled, and the dangerous intensity in his gaze sent the woman hiding behind him pressing against the wall, biting her lip to stay silent.
Alicia twisted restlessly on the pavement, oblivious, her fingers fumbling at her collar as a sheen of sweat coated her feverish skin.
Carlos felt wildfire coursing through his veins. His glare turned darker, more dangerous as he watched the two men stagger to their feet.
"Get the hell out of here!"
The words lashed out. The men exchanged panicked looks, wiping blood from their mouths before stumbling away, leaning on each ot
