But I felt it.
He was onto something.
And my scent was running out.
I needed to get out of here before someone like him confirmed what I really was.
This wasn’t just about hiding anymore.
It was about staying ahead of someone far too observant for my own good.
The gates creaked open and the boys flooded out like a wave set free, their voices loud, steps confident, swaggering into Crescent City like they owned it. I kept to the edge, quiet, blending in. My cap was low, hoodie up, head down—invisible, just the way I needed to be.
I didn’t know the city by heart, but I knew exactly where I needed to go.
Before Thalvion, I’d done my research—every back alley, every hidden nook. Especially the Shaded Market. The kind of place where you could buy love potions in vials, fake scents, bottl
