Zachary's POV
I hadn't slept, not truly, in a few days now. My body would be still, but my mind didn't follow. The moment I closed my eyes; I was back in that alley behind the library.
I remembered the night air. The weight of her arm under my hand. The quiet defiance in her voice when she told me to ask better questions.
I had touched her, skin to skin. And in that instant, I had felt the bond snap into place so fast and so deep, it knocked the breath from my lungs. This unknown vigilante was my mate.
Whoever she was, wherever she had come from, the bond had recognized her before I could. And she hadn't felt it or maybe she had. Either way, she was gone again, and I was left with the burn of contact and no name.
I needed a lead. I needed something to find her.
The came
