Ezra stepped into the underground tunnels of the farmer's market, his boots making quiet thuds against the stone floor.
The usual hum of activity that was associated with the auctions was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. No one was in the facility, not even Elliot and the workers.
His senses were on high alert, his muscles coiled like a spring. His mind raced with the possibilities, but one thing was clear.
This was it.
The trap had been set. He just had to wait for the prey to walk into it.
He strolled into the main hall, where the real action always took place. Olivia, Gen and Red were hiding within the room, waiting and watching in the places they had prepared against vampire detection. But he was prepared to fight alone.
