Dave’s words struck me like a cold gust of wind, sending a shiver down my spine. “The Soul Reapers had just been here looking for you,” he said, his voice carrying a weight of concern. I sank into a nearby seat, weariness seeping into my bones after the grueling fight I had just endured. Those cursed Soul Reapers, a haunting presence that belonged to Xavier’s vicious gang.
“Where are they now?” My voice quivered with a mix of anxiety and curiosity, betraying my efforts to appear composed.
“Somewhere upstairs,” Dave replied, his caution palpable. I needed to slip away, vanish like smoke before they could lay eyes on me.
“Did Xavier accompany them?” The thought of facing him again tightened my chest.
“No, just Ryder and Ricky.”
“See you later.” My muttered response was already mapping a
