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He’s here! Tytus! Please come back! He’s fucking here!

Fuck.

The devil.

He’s found Melina.

I don’t even stop to check the video feed. I just start to run.

Hold on, angel, I beg. The stories I told your uncle aren’t allowed to come true.

Reaching behind my back, I pull out my second gun. If Krol really is the devil of Berlin, then I need to be ready. Because that brutal bastard fights dirty. And I’m sure he’s pissed.

But not as pissed as I’ll be if he lays a finger on my girl.

She’s mine, you fucker, I want to scream. And I’m coming for her.

So get ready to find out who the real devil is.

18

Melina

The second I burst out into the cold dark world, I instantly want to retreat back into the warmth I just abandoned.

The cold air stings. My lungs burn. The ground is slippery with snow.

But I can’t turn around. That thing knows where I am. My only option is to run.

But where the hell do I go?

Dipping my chin into the thick winter coat I managed to grab on my way out, I look left. Then right. The streets are predictably empty in both directions.

A knot tightens in my gut.

From experience, I know there’s a nearby district that will be busier than this. Even at this time of night, those streets should be littered with drunkards and prostitutes and hopefully some undercover cops too. Their greedy eyes will protect me. All I need are some witnesses.

I just need to get there.

With a deep breath, I take my first step in the right direction. The sidewalks are unsteady and chalked with ice. It takes a second for me to gain my footing. Once I do, I start to walk as fast as my tired legs will take me.

“You’ll be safe soon,” I lie to myself. The entertainment district can’t be more than a twenty-minute walk away. But that’s going to feel like an eternity.

When I reach my first corner, I can’t help but pause. A primal fear lifts the hairs on the back of my necks. Up ahead is the building I was being watched from. Even though I know the figure won’t be there anymore, it still feels like I’m being watched.

Something rattles behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin. I don’t look back to investigate. Instead, I just lower my head and start pushing forward.

The coat I have tugged around my body is thick—a gift from Tytus that showed up at my front door one day–and I’m grateful for it, but it quickly becomes clear that the chill I’m experiencing isn’t entirely from the weather.

Shit. How did I get back here?

It feels like nothing’s changed since the night I fell over that bridge and into the river.. I’m back at square one. Alone and in way over my head.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my teeth clattering as I push ahead.

When I push around the next corner, I have to stop and take note of where to go next. The entertainment district is in the opposite direction of the bar I worked at, and I’m not all that familiar with the route there.

Still, I swear I can see a warm glow radiating from the skyline to my right. So, that’s where I decide to head.