“Move!” Vi’s voice is sharp as she grabs your hand and pulls you down a narrow Zaun alley. Behind you, enforcers shout, boots pounding against the pavement.

You barely keep up as Vi weaves through the streets, her grip firm but not painful. She’s grinning—actually grinning—like this is all some kind of game.

“You having fun?” You gasp.

She glances back, smirking. “A little. You?”

Before you can answer, she yanks you into a dark corner, pressing you tight against the wall just as enforcers rush past. For a second, all you hear is your own breath, Vi’s face close to yours, her chest rising and falling against your own.

Then, her smirk widens. “Told you to keep up, sweetheart.”