Evelyn’s POV

  I stepped through the creaky door into the main ward of this abandoned asylum, and right away the stench hit me hard, a mix of stale piss soaked into the walls and thick mold crawling up from the cracked floors, making my nose wrinkle as I tried not to gag. 

  My heart was racing faster than it should have been, not just because this was only my third scene in the industry and I was still getting used to all of it, but because the whole building felt alive in the worst way, like it was pressing in on me with every breath I took.

  I tugged at...