Yuri Lowe

Palermo burned with late afternoon light as Yuri leaned against his bike, scanning the crowd. Then he saw her—Maya. Hood up, moving fast. Two men tailed her, close, silent, wrong. His posture shifted. The air tightened. She didn’t see him yet, but she would. And when she did, it would already be too late for the men behind her. Yuri stepped off the curb, calm and lethal. His job wasn’t to follow orders anymore. It was to keep her alive.