Chapter 227

Elodie’s POV

The tires of the lead SUV screamed as Kiernan took the hairpin turn toward the Boreal Slope at a speed that should have sent us off the cliffside.

I gripped the door handle, my knuckles white, but my gaze was fixed on the silhouette of the old distillery.

It sat on the edge of the plateau like a tomb, its rusted metal chimneys reaching into the bruised sky like skeletal fingers.

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