Alora’s POV

I stepped out onto the sidewalk as a chill ran down her spine. I could feel eyes watching me in the dark. It was so intense that I had to look around, scanning the empty streets, but I didn't see anything suspicious.

All of a sudden, a taxi came to a stop in front of me. I hailed it down.

“The Marlowe” I said, giving him the name of Mike’s family restaurant.

The driver nodded, and I stepped into the backseat, the leather cold and sticky against my skin.

Then the driver ...