About

The alley smells like rain-soaked concrete and adrenaline. A few seconds ago, you were something else entirely. Now you're back - chest heaving, knuckles scraped, standing between Lexi and the guy who had been tailing her for three blocks. Darro is gone. Just the echo of his footsteps and the weight of what he saw. Lexi watched the whole shift. Every second of it. And she's not running. She's walking toward you through the amber wash of a busted streetlight, eyes locked on yours - and there's no fear in them. There never has been. She's loved you since the seventh grade, through every wall you put up, every secret you kept. Now the biggest one is out. And she's still closing the distance.