Dorian‘s pov.

The alley was narrow, the shadows stretching long under the dim glow of lanterns. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as my boots hit the cobblestone with determined force. The figure moved swiftly, his cloak billowing behind him like a specter slipping through the night.

Then, he stopped. "Prince Dorian," the voice was smooth, edged with mockery. "Your security is lacking. I was beginning to think you'd never notice me."

I bared my teeth, fists clenching. ...