CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sun set, and the city woke up hungry.
As the lights of the metropolis brightened, shadows crept into alleyways and emerged from dark corners, ready to conduct activities that should never see the light of day. In the heart of this darkness, evil held its breath.
Toni squinted into the murky alley light, straining to make out any detail around her. Warm blood trickled down her face. Her bruised ribcage ached with every breath she took, and luckily—or unluckily, depending on the point of view—no onlooker or startled pedestrian had yet stumbled into the alley.
Of the two men standing before her, she would have to watch the Tarrelian carefully. Her heart raced as she took in his muscular frame and giant arms. Towering over her by at least a head, he glared through tiny e
