Sofia stepped out of the restaurant and began walking briskly, her eyes forward, but every sense she possessed was screaming that she wasn't alone.
Unbeknownst to her, two heavy black trucks pulled out from the curb a block away, moving silently behind her. They didn't pass her; they simply hovered behind her, their tinted windows hiding the hungry eyes of the men inside.
As she neared an alleyway that served as a shortcut to her apartment building, the trucks suddenly roared to life. They swerved, tires screeching against the asphalt, and boxed her in against the brick wall.
Sofia's heart dropped.
Rogues.
Six men climbed out.
This was neutral ground—a part of the city where violence was strictly forbidden by the Council—but these men looked like they hadn't followed a law in years.
"Come quietly with us, little wolf," the leader said as he stepped toward her. "The King doesn't like to be kept waiting, and we don't want to harm you."
