Chapter 2They didn’t need to be told twice. The group took off through the yards and properties of other houses before disappearing into the night. Dakota allowed himself a slight smile. People hardly ever called him “sir.” He liked it. Scratching his leg with the gun, he slowly made his way back to the safe house, this time using the front door.
Unfortunately, talisman wielders kept strange sleeping schedules, with someone pretty much always awake if humanly possible. The one person among them who slept normally was Katya, and only when the others let her.
But in Dakota’s delight at resolving the situation, this fact completely slipped his mind. He walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by two faces. Ken, and the elderly man who owned the house. The guy raised an eyebrow at his box
