“Don’t move.”
The words left my lips before I even registered the sight in front of me. I wasn’t supposed to be here...
never supposed to appear in her line of fire, never supposed to risk revealing myself. But there she was, Luna, alive, blazing across the street in a way that made every instinct in my body scream. And I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stay hidden.
My car was parked two blocks away, shadows swallowing its shape. I’d been tracking her movements like a ghost, calculating her path through the neon-lit city, staying one step ahead of any Syndicate interference. I was supposed to remain a silent observer, to watch her handle danger the way she always did: fiercely, ruthlessly, untouchably. But then, the chaos hit.
A screech of tires, followed by the low roar of a drone overhe
