ZION

I blinked, lifting my head. A shadow crouched in front of me, blocking the moonlight.

“I was wondering when they’d try something like this,” a deep voice murmured.

He was tall, easily over six feet, with a lean, muscular build wrapped in scars and calluses. His skin was a rich bronze, dusted with dirt and bruises. One eye bore a jagged scar across the brow, but both were piercing silver. A few days’ stubble framed a hard jaw, and his dark hair was tied back in ...