The Night's Predator

My name is Vivienne Slade. I was once the most trusted right hand of Damian Cross, the titan of the underworld. On that rainy night a year ago, I discovered that my own sister — the one who raised me — had died under a purge order personally issued by Damian Cross. I chose to vanish. Burning with hatred and dread, I crawled through the dark underbelly of the city like a stray dog, just trying to survive. I thought time could smooth everything over. Until tonight, beneath dizzying lights and piercing electronic beats, I crashed straight into those familiar eyes, cold as venom. Damian Cross sat in the shadows of a booth, whiskey in hand, smiling at me. In that moment, I knew — this year-long hunt had only just begun.