“If you want to stop me… then you’ll have to fight for my life!” Deviana’s cry rang out across the rooftop, whipped by the night wind. Her shaking hands still gripped the iron pipe tight, though her muscles trembled with exhaustion.

The three of Leviana’s hired thugs grinned, savoring the fear radiating from their quarry. One of them, a shiny folding knife in hand, stepped forward and spun the blade between his fingers.

“You’re really stubborn, miss. But tonight that stubbornness is just going to make you fall.”

Deviana drew a long, steadying breath. I can’t lose here… not before I show the proof of the truth.

Before the thug...