AVERY’S POV:
“Follow me,” Axel ordered, the first words he’d spoken since entering the room.
Without another glance, he turned his back to me, striding toward the door with the unyielding confidence of someone who expected obedience.
I stood frozen, my mind a whirlpool of indecision. My gaze flitted between the lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground, the coat draped over aching skin, and Axel’s broad shoulders retreating ahead of me.
Should I stay here, in this concrete hellhole where at least I knew what to expect? If death was inevitable, would it be easier to face it here, where I could see it coming? Or should I follow him, trading one unknown for another, gambling on the faintest possibility of survival?
I inhaled shakily, perceiving the metallic tang of blood and my own
