When the the lights flicked on, he wasn't there. No. Instead, the steady heartbeat was now behind Selene. But even from the back, he could tell that it was her. If she had turned around, her head would have lain perfectly, as once it did, in the shallow hollow between his shoulder and chest. That memory was quickly shuffled away as his brow twisted like snakes between his forehead again. Like something that wasn't there and then was, his hand quickly grabbed the gun and pulled it sideways in case she fired off rounds. He liked this leather jacket. Fixing her in his gaze he demanded, "What are you doing here?"

His mind answered him before she even could which weighed his lips down as if they were being dragged down by anchors.

She was either hunting the same target. Or she was the target.