Claimed by the Mafia Biker
“Baby, I promise you, nothing touches you. I won’t let it. Not ever.”
Blade’s gaze flicked back to the darkness. “It’s testing our nerves. It’s trying to see who will break first. Don’t let it.”
A faint hiss, like metal scraping stone, cut through the air. The shadow shifted again, just at the edge of sight, almost taunting us with its invisibility. Cruz fired a warning shot, the bullet sparking off the wall. Blade lunged, knife slicing through the empty space where it had been, but it moved with impossible speed, slipping away, unseen.