Chapter Twenty-Six
Closer
The Ripper was swift, but he was hampered by his bulky garments. Still, he managed to keep at least a dozen paces ahead of her. At times she caught the barest glimpse of him before he disappeared down another alley. At others, she thought she could hear his heavy breathing. He was getting winded, and he would soon falter if this chase continued any longer.
The tables had turned, and she wondered what he must be thinking. He had hoped to overcome her by revealing his true self to her. He never expected to find out he was dealing with a female of his species. A female who was more than capable of taking him down. So he ran.
The hunter had become the hunted. The target had struck back. Faintly, Fasha wondered if he had ever met another garphar.
Running made her
