Chapter 71 The Snare

• The bar’s hush hums too loud when Ellerei slips back through the side door — her boots crunching old glass under the fire exit where the cold night air slices her throat wide.
• Inside, Bishop’s still working the mark — Decker’s laughing up at Vince’s bar, the hush all teeth and sharp edges but none of them turned her way yet.
• She drags a breath deep — sharp enough to hurt, sharp enough to hide the twist still chewing under her ribs.