Cloak of Shadows

ew months. As a potential journalist, her instincts had told her that this was not a pattern of random violence, and she had followed the story for weeks. Elena came to realize that the polic

s she moved toward the club, encompassed by thick air hanging tense generally around her. Her heart was racing as she slipped past the entrance and could see the guards' eyes on her. The atmosphere inside was electric, with loud music, flashing lights, and beautiful people having fun, blissfully unaware of the danger below. With a concealed camera concealed within her jacket, Elena blended in with the crowd. She saw a lot of men behind her. People around them viewed them with both respect and dread because of their presence. Adrian Moretti stood out among them with his tall, dark, intense eyes that seemed to be able to see through the chaos. In person, his presence was suffocating, despite the fact that she had seen his face on the news. Although it was too late, she could not afford to be noticed. His and Elena's eyes met. Elena felt as though she could not breathe for a brief moment as Adrian looked at her. He looked dangerously curious, as though he could just by looking to find out something about her. She quickly turned away and almost dashed for the exit. But a hand wrapped around her arm