Ivory POV
The adrenaline from the mugging was still buzzing in my ears, but it was quickly being replaced by a familiar, sharp irritation. Daniel was standing there, looking like a dark saint under a flickering streetlight, acting like he hadn't just watched me almost get kidnapped for his own amusement.
"I am not interested in your silly games, Daniel," I snapped, my voice echoing in the empty street. I gripped my bike handles so hard the metal bit into my palms. "It’s either you tell me why you’re following me, or you get the hell out of my way!"
He didn't move. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, letting it dangle from his fingers. The silver chain caught the moonlight, shimmering like a spiderweb.
"Really?" he murmured, his voice a l
