Avery’s POV
The cold from the concrete walls seeped into my skin as I sat on the floor of my cell, my wrists still raw from the struggle against the restraints. The room was small—barely enough space to pace. The only light came from a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.
They had taken everything. My weapons, my phone, even the small knife I’d hidden in my boot.
But the worst part?
I had no idea where the others were.
I had heard Dominic fighting when they dragged us down here, but that had faded into silence. Noah was taken in the opposite direction, and Raven—she had disappeared before I could even process what was happening.
I pulled my knees to my chest, forcing myself to breathe. Panicking wouldn’t help. I needed a way out.
I scanned the room. The walls were solid.
