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were at least somewhat familiar with each other. An average person wouldn’t notice, but their mutual shared glances told him that they’d done this before.
    He did a sweep of the surrounding market stalls to check for anything suspicious. He started to wonder just how well Sabrina knew this Juan guy when Jorge’s eyes locked onto a face he’d seen once before. He didn’t know the woman’s name, but the long, red hair curling around her shoulders was unmistakable—the redhead was part of the Collector’s army of Feiru with latent abilities.
    Fuck. He wished he knew what sort of power she had, but he’d only glimpsed her once inside the Collector’s facility. For good reason, the coerced soldiers hadn’t been allowed to socialize.
    He didn’t want to break eye contact with the redhead, but he needed to check to see if Sabrina’s meeting was over. Then he could start thinking of how to get her out of here, and preferably without the other woman following them.
    He glanced back to the clothing stall and saw that Juan was already gone. Sabrina had just paid the woman running the stand when he noticed her foot move off to the side in an unnatural fashion.
    He frowned when it happened again. Sabrina was hiding it well, but there was definitely something off about the way she walked—she lacked the slight sway of the hips and confidence to her strut. Instead, she was barely managing an uneven stroll. He glanced back to the redhead and saw her lips whispering something. He also noticed the motion of her thumb rubbing against her forefinger and middle finger. Those two actions told him what latent abilities the woman controlled.
    The redhead was a Night-Weaver.
    No matter how tight the Collector’s security, people tended to talk with one another during missions. Most of his assignments had been solo kidnapping attempts, but during one multi-person kidnapping stint, he’d been forced to work with a man who’d been a Night-Weaver. He’d learned that they could weave strands as strong as steel yet they felt as soft as silk and the Night-Weaver could direct the strands to whatever target they chose. The bitch of it was that you could only see the strands at nighttime, when they’d glow a faint white from the moonlight. During the day, they were invisible to the naked eye.
    If that weren’t bad enough, there were probably other Feiru with latent abilities hiding in the market, waiting to take him down. If they managed to trap him and Sabrina in the midst of the crowded market, it could be game over. Even if he safely made it away from the prying eyes of humans, all the Collector’s people needed to do was shoot him with some kind of tranquilizer and he wouldn’t be able to use any of his shadow-shifting tricks to escape.
    The Collector’s soldiers had to be here, targeting Sabrina, because of him. He’d been careful, but someone had seen him, and he needed to do something. He wasn’t about to let someone else be used against him again. Just the thought of Sabrina being tortured made him sick to his stomach. She might still be hiding some truths from him, but no one deserved the sort of abuse the Collector’s people would inflict on her.
    First things first, he needed to break the Night-Weaver’s concentration long enough to get Sabrina to some of the nearby shadows. Once there, he could use one of his tricks to escape. But the question was: How?
    He scanned the surroundings and saw a fruit stand off to his left. He quickly purchased a pineapple and moved closer toward Sabrina, careful to keep to the crowded edges of the vendor stands. By now, Sabrina was nearly to the street. If she reached it, a car could squeal up, snatch her, and take her anywhere. He needed to make his move before that could happen.
    When Sabrina was less than five feet away from the sidewalk and the street, he lobbed the pineapple toward the Night-Weaver. A few people near him made some noise, but he ignored them. He watched closely because