Chapter 216

The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and damp concrete. Cracks in the walls let slivers of late afternoon light filter in. Dust floated in the air, barely disturbed since Dante, Thorne, and Jenna had stumbled inside hours ago—bloody and breathless.

A rickety wooden table stood in the center, cluttered with bloody bandages and a beat-up first-aid kit Thorne had grabbed from a gas station. Dante