Vincent ran.
Damon followed.
The sound of chaos and gunfire echoed behind them, fading into the distance as they moved deeper into the docks. The sharp scent of saltwater mixed with the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the only thing keeping Damon grounded was the furious rhythm of his own heartbeat.
He could feel the dull, lingering ache in his ribs from earlier—the bruises Vincent had left on him during their last fight. But pain didn’t matter now. Only one thing did.
He wasn’t letting Vincent get away. Not this time.
Vincent weaved between the towering shipping containers, his long coat billowing behind him as his boots slammed against the concrete. He was fast. Too fast for a man who’d been beaten half to death. But Damon had spent years hunting people like him—people who th
