Something is wrong. If it wasn’t, she would have handled this already. Victoria isn’t the type to go MIA unless somethingor someone is bothering her, and I doubt she will do that just because the person she is supposed to kill hurt her feelings. Nor is she the type to hide in a corner.
My fists curl. If anyone dared to lay a hand on her—anyone—there wouldn’t be enough bleach in this goddamn province to clean up the mess I’d make.
I get to her location in less than three minutes, and I finally see her. She is here, right in front of me. Kind of.
Crouched low, she’s holding her head like she’s experiencing the worst headache of her life, but she’s still fighting. I don’t even need to see her face to know—she’s in kill-mode. Beautifully fucking lethal.
But she isn’t alone.
The other woman is a heartbeat away from pulling the trigger.Sure, over my dead fucking body.
I fire the first bullet, hitting her in the arm. Color me surprised when the bitch turns around and I see the face of none other than subject 128. Zachary and his big, spoiled mouth. Is this why Victoria is in danger? Because of me? But now is not the moment to find out because this subject doesn’t deserve to breathe air on the same planet as Victoria a second longer.
The second bullet snaps through the alley, and the woman crumples to the pavement in front of where Victoriashould have been.But it seems like she’s already bolted.
Fuck.
I rush forward, past the dead body—still twitching—and out into the light-splashed street. My eyes scan the crowd, looking for her. No wonder she is good at her job, nobody can actually see her with that damn five-foot-nothing figure she bears.
The rental car I parked near the café earlier is still there, and I dial—hopefully for the last time—the number of the little fucker.
“She’s gone,” I growl.
“I think she?— ,”
“Faster,” I interrupt, “Where the fuck did she go?”
The sound of keyboard tapping and Alex’s breathing are my new least favorite sounds.Faster, idiot.
“She’s heading toward a point she’s marked ‘Thirty-six’ on her map. It’s a remote meadow. Visibility drops to ten feet. She’s trying to lose you.”
Like she can get away from me.
“I need her location.”
I start following the little dot on the map, swerving through the lanes. She drives like a madwoman. Why would she even believe that the person who saved her would suddenly change their mind?
I finally catch up to her after following her car on a dark path that took us straight to the middle of the forest. Not wasting any time, I get out of the car as soon as hers stops rolling, very aware that she would probably waste no time in killing me.
I see the gun, and I wait for the shot, but nothing happens. She sees me.
“I thought I told you never to run from me again.”
She finally comes out from behind her car door, and I see her.
“I’m telling you, if your plan was to kill me, my bedroom would have been a much better location.” Her voice is almost…damaged. She escaped death, and this is the end of her power.
I tilt my head, unable to understand how she can look so beautiful even when she thinks she’s about to die. All I can do is stare at her: her beautiful blond hair, which I want to wrap my hand around to pull her closer, her eyes, looking at me with so much passion that it almost knocks me back.
“What?” I ask when I notice she is not moving.
“What? Are you serious? I almost killed you.”
“That would have been okay.”
“Azrael, what are you doing here?”
“You came to watch me teach so many times, I thought it was about the time to see my girl in her classroom,”