Across the city, in the penthouse, Mara and Lila Sable stood over a table strewn with maps and photos—Elena's face, Alex's face. Jericho, the scarred man, lit a cigarette, his long hair catching the moonlight.
"They're tougher than we thought," Mara said, tapping Alex's photo. "His cuts are surgical. He's no amateur."
Lila nodded. "The Viper's trained him, or he's got his own secrets. Either way, the bounty's out. Two million for them both."
Jericho exhaled smoke, his eyes cold. "Tell the hunters: don't underestimate the husband. He's as dangerous as she is."
The twins smiled, their gray eyes gleaming. The hunt was on, and Eldoria's streets would run red before it ended.
To be continued…