The building wasn’t on any map that mattered.
Ronan had checked.
Twice.
It sat at the edge of the industrial district, where the city stopped pretending to be clean. Rusted gates, broken signage, and long abandoned warehouses lined the road like forgotten bones. Most people avoided this side of the city not because it was dangerous, but because nothing here looked worth the risk.
That was exactly why it mattered.
Ronan slowed his bike before the turn, the engine’s low growl cutting through the quiet night. Behind him, Kael followed at a measured distance, headlights dimmed, movements precise.
No unnecessary noise.
No unnecessary attention.
Ronan didn’t stop immediately when the building came into view.
He passed it first.
Slow.
Observing.
The structure looked exactly like it di
