Avery’s POV

Cold warehouse air licked at my skin, restive and damp like a second skin. Noah was taut on my left, his knuckles grazing mine in a silent mantra as Drew steered us further into the black void. Something told me that we were in a trap, walking into it.

He glanced back over his shoulder, the brim of low slouching ball cap hiding half of his face. He looked just as I’d remembered-he was roughed up, circumspect and with that air that told you he kept a lot back and knew all of the truths too well. He hadn't spoken since we got here and the silence was...