Lila's POV
I heard them before I saw them. Three sets of footsteps crunched over the cobblestone behind me. My heart sped up before my mind even caught up to the danger. I wiped my face fast and turned around.
Three men stood a few feet away. They were silhouetted by the dim streetlamp. The first was tall and lanky. His jacket hung unzipped. A bottle swung loose in his hand with every step. His eyes locked on me the way a predator studies something wounded.
The second was shorter and stocky. He had a shaved head and a thick neck. He grinned at me with all brown teeth. The third stayed a step behind the other two. Quieter. Watchful. His hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked younger than the others, but no less dangerous.
"Well, well," the tall one said. His voice slurred a little
