Chapter 195

The night was pitch dark. With a sharp screech of tires, Alaric slammed the brakes and brought the car to a stop on a deserted highway. Slumped in the back seat, Vulpine was pale and quiet, drained from blood loss. She squinted at him. "Why are we stopping? Weren't we headed to a doctor?" Her shoulder wound had only been hastily bandaged. The bullet was still lodged inside. The longer it stayed, the more damage it'd do. Even if they got it out later, she might never fully regain her arm's dexterity. Alaric turned to look at her, his black eyes shadowed. "Did your people leak my location?" He didn't question Vulpine's loyalty-but the people behind her, Sancta Lux? Those he never trusted, only used them. He'd been careful over the past two years. Whether it was Alexander's men or Prescott's, they'd never stopped hunting him down. But he'd always slipped away. Until now. This sudden ambush? Too clean, too accurate. If there wasn't a rat, he didn't believe it. Ellington's men came out of n