The air inside the storage unit was suffocating, thick with rust, oil, and fear. Raven crouched behind a stack of crates, the cold metal of the crowbar pressed tight to her palm. The silence buzzed with menace, every creak and groan of the building a threat waiting to move. Sierra hadn’t spoken again. The girl sat in the corner, her knees tucked to her chest, collar catching the light with every shallow breath.
Raven's heart beat against her ribs like it was trying to claw its way out. She checked her phone, but there was still no reply.
Her message: Dock 11. It’s real. They’re moving the girls. I’m locked in.
Was Jaxon coming? Had he even read it?
She tried not to think about the way they’d left things, the silence, the chill, the way he hadn’t looked at her when they parted ways. The
