Chapter 77

Clara

Dante’s factory loomed in the distance, its hulking silhouette black against the faded night sky of the never-dark city. The SUV’s tinted windows blocked out much of the glow spilling from the behemoth building’s security floodlights, but that almost made it feel more eerie.

The air inside the car was stifling, choking, even though the cracked windows let in cool night air. I thought it like