She had eyes on me theentiretime.
Arrow exhales a laugh. “She’s good.”
“She’s annoying,” I grumble. But my chest is warm. And tight. And kind of buzzing.
Because for the first time in a long time… I’m not sure I’m the predator anymore.
And that?
Is a little terrifying.
TWO
DON’T MIND ME, JUST RUINING HIS NIGHT
LARK
I really should be arrested for how much fun I’m having right now.
Not because I’m committing a crime—technically speaking, no laws were broken tonight—but because I’m currently perched on the edge of a neighboring rooftop, eating a Pop-Tart, and watching Knight Hayes spiral.
And oh,what a spiral it is.
His shoulders are too tense. His jaw’s doing that thing like he’s chewing invisible glass. And the second his burner buzzes with the video I just sent?
Boom.
He spins like someone dropped a grenade in his lap.
“Irritated Knight” is my favorite Knight.
“Feral Knight” is a close second.
I kick my booted feet over the edge of the roof, still in full black-out gear—ripped jeans, tactical vest, smudged eyeliner like warpaint. My lavender hair’s tied up, my gloves are on, and my lipstick matches my heart… pitch black.
Because I do what I want.
Especially when it involveshim.
Knight Hayes—the uptight vigilante with a control fetish and a mouth like a Molotov cocktail. I’ve been shadowing his little “justice missions” for a few weeks now. Quietly. Carefully.
At first it was just for kicks. I mean, who wouldn’t want to sneak around and watch a grumpy data monkey moonlight as a DIY Batman?
But then it got interesting.
Because the deeper I followed? The more I realized Knight was hiding something.
No, not something.
Everything.
Passwords. Firewall layers. Secret mission logs he doesn’t even share with Arrow. Which, rude. I thought they were besties.
And worst of all? He acts like I’m still the kid who used to draw hearts around his name on my school notebooks.
Spoiler alert, jackass: I’m not.
I’m not your friend’s little sister anymore.
