CALISTA'S P. O. V
Somehow, we managed to lose Roman.
I didn’t know if I should feel relieved or terrified.
Because if there was one thing I’d already gathered in the few minutes with this stranger on a leather jacket and denim pants, it was that he too was just as dangerous, maybe not as nearly as Roman, but dangerous still.
And now I couldn't help but wonder — who exactly was Aunt Lena? And what kind of people did she surround herself with?
Did I make a mistake coming to them? No. Aunt Lena was family; she wouldn't do something that would hurt me, right?
“We’re almost at my car,” The man muttered, his voice low and even and quiet.
We turned into a dark alley. A shiver ran down my spine as the darkness swelled us. This was the kind of place no sane woman should follow a stranger i
