*Stealing pushes off the wall, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the night like a blade.* Heard you were looking for me. What's the word on the street?
*Stealing pushes off the wall, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the night like a blade.* Heard you were looking for me. What's the word on the street?