Kael had always thought of catching Thalia to be as easy as squashing a bug, but now she was proving to be more like a wild cat—small, unremarkable in appearance, darting in and out of shadows between the buildings.
His patience, initially abundant, was now running thin.
"Thalia? That's your name, right? If I were you, I'd come out now. Play nice, and maybe—just maybe—I might let you off the hook. But if you keep hiding, sweetheart, it's gonna be a whole different ball game. Trust me, you don't want to see me lose my cool," Kael called out, his voice a blend of mock concern and barely concealed threat.
Huddled next to a dingy dumpster, Thalia trembled uncontrollably, biting her lip to stifle the shakes. The man hunting her, Kael, had done unspeakable things under Diana's command, and now he was hell-bent on silencing her for good.
However, Thalia was determined not to go down without a fight.
"Margot, please hurry," she thought to herself, "I don't think I can hold out much longer."
Sweat beaded on Kael's forehead as he crouched like a lone wolf, sniffing for a scent. The small, unassuming Thalia was proving to be a real pain to find. With mounting frustration, he realized he had to wrap this up soon or risk exposing himself.
If he couldn't finish Thalia off, Diana would surely have a field day mocking him. And while being the butt of a joke was one thing, Diana was the type to kick someone when they were down—something Kael feared even though he knew she was the one who should be worried.
Like a trapped beast, Kael's temper flared. "Where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he bellowed into the darkening cityscape.
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