The tension in Elias’s car was suffocating as we drove toward the Midnight Club.
Neither of us had spoken much since morning. Elias’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. I sat beside him in the same black dress, feeling raw and exhausted.
Tonight was supposed to be the end.
Tonight we would face Marcus together and try to break free from his control.
When we entered the club, the red lights and distant moans felt heavier than ever. Elias kept me close, his hand firm on my lower back as we made our way to the Red Room.
Marcus was already waiting inside, leaning against the padded bench with a satisfied smile.
“Right on time,” he said. “Both of you. How touching.”
Elias stepped forward, placing me slightly behind him. “This ends tonight, Reed. Delete t
