27
Nadine
Like Ceris usually did, Micah popped us to random places before stopping in a narrow alley. Immediately, I stepped away from him, lowering my hand from his. “Where are we?”
I spied around the corner. We were on a quiet and dark street, flanked by commercial buildings with too many metal bars on the windows and doors. Lamps were broken, sidewalks were littered, and the few people walking around looked drunk or starving.
“A stop we need to make.” A black leather jacket appeared in his hand. He quickly wrapped it around me. “Put that on and stay close.”
Micah stepped out of the alley. He turned to the building on our left. A broken wooden sign hung above the secured door. Al’s Pub.
“A pub?” I asked, but he didn’t acknowledge me. I shoved my arms through the sleeves of the leat
