nes in a dark hood and silver mask, her steps silent on the damp grass. This

dden under a specific tombstone. It containe

nder the second, and paused to count the rhythm o

ouched to retrieve the drive, she heard a suppr

he slipped behind a large ange

e wore an expensive custom-tailored suit, but his shi

ette, the ember flaring in the dark, illumina

hrough the darkness, followed by the sound of frant

rupting her mission. She had intende

ed up. His eyes found her-not the statue, bu

react, but her fingers curled against the s

, not quite a smile. T

cking her. He grabbed her from behind the statue, wrapped an arm around

second when they saw Av

and too close. She could feel his heartbeat, smel

ear, his voice low and rough. "Be a doll

he pulled the knife from her boot a

, avoiding the blade while using his superior streng

lready surrounded

nd decision. She stopped fighting the man, dropped her body in an impossibly flexi

sound exploded, and the pursuer

p. Taking charge, she grabbed his arm and sprinted through

abandoned family cry

e small, enclosed space. The

blood loss, but his eyes, fixed on Ava, wer

with him. "You're on your own.

go, but he gra

y pulled her back. His other hand moved fa

are, beautiful face, and her striking ice

, then the smile on his lips deepened. "So

the edge of the crypt wa

kbook and a Montblanc pen from his inner suit pocket, scribb

he entire cemetery-and her expression did

id coldly. She bent down, picked

esigned cufflink on his suit sleeve. Before he could react, she reache