Chapter 6

The night wind carried the sharp scent of blood. I stared straight at the gun pointed at me, and suddenly, I laughed.

In my last life, I died because of Luca’s indifference. In this life, was I really going to die at the hands of Helena’s lackeys?

“Bang!” A gunshot exploded through the alley.

I shut my eyes, bracing for pain, but instead, a scream tore through the air behind me.

When I opened my eyes, the man closest to me had already collapsed, a neat bullet hole in his chest spilling blood across the pavement.

The others panicked, scrambling to run toward the mouth of the alley, only to freeze as a row of headlights snapped on, blinding them.

Black cars lined up across the street, doors opening in perfect sync. Bodyguards in black suits poured out like a tide, guns raised and aimed at the remaining attackers.

From the middle car, the door opened to reveal Marcus.

His black suit carried a silver insignia pinned at the collar, and under the moonlight, his expression was as cold