When he pulled back his forehead rested briefly against mine.
“Stay.” He murmured and I nodded.
Then I immediately planned how to ignore him.
About twenty minutes after Devil’s Hollow rolled out toward the industrial district, I stole Torch’s spare truck keys and followed them anyway.
At this point disobeying Knox felt less like rebellion and more like a personality trait.
The abandoned warehouse sat near the river surrounded by rusted shipping containers and broken fencing. I parked far enough back to avoid headlights giving me away.
Gunfire exploded before I even reached the building.
Shouting echoed across the docks while motorcycles roared somewhere nearby and bullets sparked against metal hard enough to shower orange streaks through the dark.
Well, this seems healthy.”
