The New Trainee

Luna took a step back, her hands shaking as Lucas reached out toward her wrist.

Before his fingers could even brush her sleeve, a hand clamped down on Lucas's arm.

"Don't touch what isn't yours," Jude said.

Lucas flinched, trying to pull away, but Jude's grip didn't budge an inch. The two bodyguards stepped forward, but Lucas held up a palm, wincing as he glared at Jude's delivery vest.

"Who the hell are you?" Lucas snapped, his jaw tightening. "A delivery boy playing hero?"

Jude let go with a slight flick of his wrist, sending Lucas stumbling a half-step back.

He didn't even look at him; instead, he looked straight up at the rooftop ledge seventy feet above.

"Harold Wang!" Jude called out. "Get down from that ledge right now. Whatever money Starcrest owes, I'm covering it."

Up on the roof, Harold rubbed his tear-filled eyes, squinting down into the glare of the streetlights.