Nikolai

"That was his plan?" I mutter, standing the second the last sedan's taillights vanish into the trees. My knees crack like they're pissed at me for crouching that long. "He's gonna get himself fucking killed."

No one answers. 

Not that they need to.

King's already locked in—jaw set, shoulders squared, that dark, chaotic storm building behind his eyes. He's slipping into full predator mode.

And we all know what that means.

Nothing's stopping him ...