The streets smelled like rain and asphalt, but Aire barely noticed. Her focus was sharp, every sense attuned to the city’s rhythm—the hum of engines, the click of shoes on wet pavement, the occasional shout in the distance. Trevon had made a move, she could feel it in the whispers of the city. Someone had spotted him around her old neighborhood. He was testing, probing, seeing if the ghost he thought he killed had truly returned.Aire adjusted her hoodie, pulling the hood low over her face. Dee walked beside her, quiet and watchful. The city’s shadows clung to him like a second skin, and he had the kind of presence that demanded attention without trying. She trusted him, yes, but she also knew the streets demanded constant vigilance. One slip, one mistake, and Trevon would strike.“We split up,” she said, her voice low, almost casual. “Cover more ground. Eyes open.”Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.”Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her de
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