Catch me if you can...
Adrian's head snapped to the left, eyes searching for Lilith's shadowy form as her teasing voice drifted from the trees. The sunlight filtering through the branches was too bright for him to see any traces of her, but he could feel her presence.
"Catch me if you can," her sensual voice echoed again, filled with mischief.
He cursed under his breath, scanning the tree line for any movement. His muscles were still sore from the sparring session with Medea, but there was no time to dwell on it.
If Lilith was determined to make him chase her, he wasn't going to back down. Bracing himself, he made his way into the woods, feeling the soft, cool, and damp earth under his boots.
As he neared the trees, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves. A soft laugh carried by the breeze brushed past his ear. His instincts kicked in, and without thinking, he ducked just as something sharp whizzed over his head—a dagger embedded itself in the bark of a nearby tree.