Chapter 182

Back to Fishtown. Kyra withheld a groan as the odd smell of tar mixed with rotten fruit wafted past her nose as she maneuvered through the familiar market, observing her surroundings for the first sign of a threat. 

Since the previous night when she left Guardiola's sight, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and followed.

At first, she contemplated it being paranoia, but after a night of instincts tugging at her sleeves and blaring red, she caressed her suspicions, reminding herself that she couldn't put it past the old man. 

As she scanned the market for Laron, considering giving up after hours of fruitless searching, her attention was suddenly caught by a noise nearby. Raising her head, she immediately spotted a small crowd gathered not far away.

Then the whining from within, "I swear I took nothing. Get your hands, or else you regret it... Ouch, man, that hurts! Let me go. "

"This kid," she murmured, making her way toward th