“I’ll prove it to you,” Kafziel said suddenly, his voice sharp with conviction.
Aniela stiffened. Her heart skipped painfully. Prove it? Prove what? A cold prickle ran down her spine. “Wait—what are you about to do?” she asked, panic creeping into her tone.
Before he could answer, a voice cut through the night. “Aniela!” It was one of her colleagues calling from the back entrance of the bar. “Your shift just ended. If you’re done babysitting him, you can start closing inside. The boss is coming.”
Aniela flinched at the word babysitting, guilt and irritation mixing in her chest. “I’ll be there in just a sec,” she called back, forcing calm into her voice even as her heart began to race.
When she turned back, her breath caught. Kafziel was already moving—stepping away from the curb, towar
