Isabel POV
The voice froze me in place. It wasn't the cold tone or the precise command; it was the familiarity of it. Miguel stiffened beside me, his hand twitching toward his gun.
"Don't," the voice warned. "I'd rather this not end in bloodshed—for once."
Through the dim light, the figure stepped forward. My breath caught as recognition dawned.
"Alex," Miguel growled, his voice dripping with disbelief.
Miguel POV
Alex's smug grin hadn't changed, but everything else about him had. His stance was more deliberate, his clothes sharper, and his gear... military-grade.
"I bet you didn't see this coming," Alex said, lowering his gun but keeping it within reach as he stepped closer to us and his face scanning the environment like hawk searching for its prey. He seems to think we were not alone and I really wished we were not alone at this time.
"How are you alive?" I demanded with a little bit of unease running through me.
