Knox moved before I could breathe.
One second I was pressed against cold stone, and the next I was behind him, his body a wall between me and the headlights. His hand stayed wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel his pulse through it. Fast, but even. The pulse of a man who had done this before.
"Cade," he said. "You're trespassing."
"On a ruin?" Cade stepped into the doorway, backlit, the scar in his eyebrow catching the light. He was alone. That was the first thing I noticed, and the thing that scared me most. A man who walks into the dark alone is either a fool or knows exactly who's waiting for him.
Cade was not a fool.
"I didn't come for a fight," he said, and held up both hands. "See? Empty. My boys are down the road. I told them to stay put unless I whistle."
"Then whistle a
