Winter moved silently through the abandoned streets of the city, his every step muffled by months of accumulated dust and debris. Half-collapsed buildings loomed overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.
He kept his gaze forward, scanning for any movement, while his mind drifted—unintentionally—back to that woman, he didn't know her name. The reckless woman he'd encountered just days ago.
He clenched his jaw, irritated that he was even thinking about her. It's not concern, he told himself.
If anything, it was disbelief that someone so brash could last a single day in this city. The fact that she'd gone back the way they'd come had only added to his assumption.
She was probably already hiding somewhere, exhausted and scared.
Winter smirked to himself, dismissing the thought as quickly as it had arrived.
That crazy lady wouldn't be scared.
