Amy’s POV
I drove past the industrial district with the intention of heading home, but something pulled my attention toward the abandoned warehouses on the left.
A motorcycle was parked behind one of them, the same matte-black bike Evan always rode. The helmet hanging from the handle confirmed it. My heart tightened as I turned off the headlights and slowed the car.
This place was one of Lucien’s hidden locations, a spot Kael once warned me never to approach. The air felt heavy with danger as I leaned forward, watching the shadows near the back entrance.
Evan appeared, he was moving quickly, while looking around as if making sure no one was watching.
I watched him tap a code into a hidden keypad, one only Lucien’s closest people knew. The steel door opened and he slipped inside withou
