Villain Ch 1727. Bored Cat
Allen sat on the stairs for a long time.
The cold didn't bother him anymore. His jacket was warm, the iron beneath him unforgiving, but familiar. His breath came slow, steady. Eyes half-lidded, watching the world like it was a game board slowly arranging itself around him.
He could still see her. Sophia. Perched like a patient predator across the street from the Goldborne mansion, her back stiff with anticipation. Probably rehearsing lines in her head. Probably imagining how dramatic her fake tears would look under the streetlight.
Pathetic.
He didn't move. Not until headlights flicked at the edge of the alleyway.
A sleek black car—quiet, fast, one of their private fleet—slid into the alley like it belonged there. Tinted windows. Subtle gleam. It rolled to a stop without a sound.
