Declan’s POV
“I don’t even know where the city square is!” Declan shouted, but she was already gone, swallowed by the shadows of the hallway.
He spun around to find an exit, but a voice boomed through the corridor, stopping him cold. “Declan?!”
He halted in his tracks, uncertain whether to turn and fight or take to his heels. But the voice was hauntingly familiar.
“Who would have thought we’d cross paths like this again?” A light, mocking chuckle followed.
“That bastard,” Declan hissed under his breath the moment he recognized the laugh. He turned to face the man. “Time isn't on my side, Tanning. I’m sorry I can’t play with you tonight.”
Tanning’s laughter grew louder. “Who said I was going to play? I haven't been able to duel properly ever since you ruined my knee.”
As Tanning edge
