EMBER’S POV.
I stepped out of the shadows, my eyes scanning the deserted alleyway with a mix of fear and determination. The only sound was the distant hum of the city, and the soft rustling of trash blowing in the wind. I had been instructed to come alone, and to wear a disguise. My hand instinctively went to the wig and sunglasses that concealed my identity, a nervous habit I couldn't shake.
As I waited, my mind raced with thoughts of Ava. Was she safe? Was she scared? My heart ached with every passing moment, my desperation growing.
“Where the f**k are you?” I asked underneath my breath, while eyeballing my wrist watch. 1059pm!
Suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness, tall and imposing. My heart quickened, my palms growing sweaty. I stood my ground, trying to appear braver than I
