Chapter 92

Don’t hesitate, he told himself. He couldn’t afford to.

His feet were moving before he knew it. In a full sprint, Dakota charged at the unsuspecting killer. He lunged with his free hand forward, grabbing the man by his shirt. There was a look of surprise on his face as he turned his attention back to Dakota, but his limbs didn’t react soon enough to block the first strike. And it was an utterly important one. With all the force he could muster—and the momentum of running—he shoved his blade into the guy’s stomach as far as it would go. Pointed upward, he hoped the metal would tear into as many vital organs as possible.

The mask of cold, detached amusement dissolved, and behind it, there was a man—just a man—utterly shocked at what occurred. He glared at Dakota in disbelief and let out a shallow breath