Lily’s POV
The cold night air bit into my face as I crouched behind the rusted dumpster. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Next to me, Holden leaned his tall, athletic frame against the brick wall. His jaw was tight, and his knuckles were still white from the fight in the locker room. He looked like an angry god who had just been thrown out of heaven.
Are you sure about this, Holden whispered. His voice was low and rough, sending a strange shiver down my spine. The usual arrogant smirk was entirely gone from his face.
I nodded, gripping the strap of my backpack until my fingers ached. We do not have a choice, I whispered back. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to stand straight. My dad is out there somewhere. If the answers are inside the shop, we have to go in
