Chapter 143

Talia’s POV

The warehouse smelled like rust and like something was decaying, the kind of smell that settled in your throat and wouldn’t leave. Talia stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of her.

Jared leaned against a concrete pillar, looking pleased with himself in his borrowed suit. And beside him, pristine and out of place in this dump, stood Eleanor in a burgundy coat that