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