Xaviers chest still rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths, Tristans fingers twitching at his sides, both of them still locked in whatever petty fight they had started. But I had no time for their nonsense.

Because I saw it.

A shadow, a movement too calculated, too precise. The way they slipped through the crowd, not rushing, not panickedjust careful.

Too careful.

Every instinct inside me screamed. My stomach twisted, and an icy chill ...