~Darius's POV ~
It can't be.
It can't be.
He's dead. He's supposed to be dead!
I'm running through the empty alley, chasing a man who stood across the street staring at me with the face of my father. Nicholas Rassais.
He looks older now, with silver in his beard and the deep lines of age carved into his face… but it's him. I know it's him.
He turns the corner, and before I can follow, I'm stopped short.
Three men step out of the shadows, their guns raised at me.
I freeze, glaring at them, my pulse hammering in my ears. But they don't shoot.
Of course... They're not here to kill me. They are just here to send a message.
A freaking message!
Behind them, the alley is empty. Nicholas is gone.
"Darius! Where are you?" Abigail's voice cuts through the rain.
I grind my teeth, take one last look at the thugs, and turn away. They don't follow as I rush back toward the parking lot.
