ELENA

The moment I stepped out of the bar, the night air hit me like a slap. The cold should have been refreshing, but all it did was remind me that I wasn’t in the safety of the dim, crowded space anymore. It was quieter out here. Too quiet.

I had hoped—stupidly—that walking out would be the end of it. That the two idiots who had been bothering me inside would let it go, find someone else to pester. But the second I turned onto the sidewalk, I saw them.

They were leaning against a ...