Bernard took a slow step forward, his boots crunching against the scattered glass from the shattered streetlamp. The dim light cast eerie shadows across his sharp features, but his eyes gleamed with something dark. I saw amusement, Power, Control.
I stiffened, my grip tightening around the flash drive. William moved slightly in front of me, his stance tense. A silent shield.
Bernard tilted his head, studying us like a predator watching its prey. “You’ve been quite the little problem, haven’t you, Emerald?” His voice was almost conversational, but there was an edge to it, a warning wrapped in silk.
I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. “You’re the one chasing me. I must be doing something right.”
His smile didn’t falter, but his fingers twitched at his side. “You have something that bel
