Femme Fatale - Reckoning of Desire

I remember every whisper, every touch… back then we were one. Two wolves feeding on the city's fire and chaos. But he chose betrayal. He took everything… left me in handcuffs, a trophy for the police. He didn't know I could turn handcuffs into a weapon, and betrayal into strength. Now I'm the one standing on the side of the law, though the law means nothing to me. I hunt him in the shadows, in the breath of the damp alleys. He thinks he can run… that he can still be the hunter. But today I am the hunter. And when we finally meet… we'll dance one last time. This time to the music of reckoning.