Jake’s POV
The second that man vanished into the crowd, I felt it.
That weight in my chest I only ever get when I’m one step behind the enemy.
Whoever he was—he made a mistake looking at her like that. Like she was a thing to be sized up.
Marked.
Hunted.
He thought I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t smell it? The arrogance on his face said he didn’t know who the hell I was.
Big mistake.
I pulled Katherine aside near one of the booths, close to a family with kids. “Stay here. If I’m not back in ten, call Ryan. Use the words: ghost walk. He’ll know.”
Her brows pulled together. “Jake—”
“Don’t argue.” I leaned in, voice low and soft only for her. “You did good spotting him. But now I need to do what I do.”
Her lips parted like she wanted to protest again, but she didn’t. She gave a
