Predator's Gambit

A low chuckle slid through the phone.

“There he is…” Ivanov murmured. “The cold Kaelen Draven. I was beginning to think you’d gone soft.”

Kaelen didn’t answer immediately. He watched a car’s headlights move like a slow pulse through the street.

“If you called to reminisce,” he said evenly, “you’re wasting my time.”

Another chuckle. Amused. Testing.

“I see nothing’s changed. Still allergi