NINA’S POV
“I come in peace,” the stranger said, lifting his hands in surrender.
I stopped his movement with a glare, fingers tightening around his wrists.
He huffed out a laugh, lips curving into a smirk. “Stronger than I thought, Nina.”
My stomach twisted. I hadn’t told him my name.
Instead of asking how he knew it, I let my fist fly, cracking against his jaw with satisfying force. He barely reacted.
“Last chance,” I warned, voice low.
He smiled through the blood coating his teeth, and I hated the way it sent a cold shiver skating down my spine.
“I’m an ally. No doubt about that,” he said. “Heard you were snooping around my house… looking for your dear friend.”
My chest clenched. I yanked him forward by the collar until our faces were inches apart.
“Where’s Summer?” I growled.
