I try not to worry as I lose sight of Kain in the crowd, even as the aura of being watched pours over me in waves. It’s somehow different from the sensation I get when Kain watches me. It’s darker. Malicious. Normally, I’d brush it off, but something tugs at my gut, pricking the hair on the back of my neck. A voice. And it’s screaming the word danger.
Girl RUN
