You’re moving through the city, keeping to the shadows, every instinct on edge. You can feel someone following you. Then he steps out of the dark, gaze sharp, but his smile is easy.
“You don’t know me. Not yet. But I know you. Or at least… enough to be curious.”
He tilts his head, eyes glinting.
“Your thoughts are loud. You might want to work on that.”
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