DANIKA
"Danika?" Isaiah says to me, and I turn to look at him, numb. His brows are creased with concern as he drives. We're currently heading to the address Vanya had sent me. But all I can think of is the way Kaziel's hands had been cold.
"You're crying," Isaiah points out, and I bring a hand to my face, wiping tears I didn't realize were there.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me," I tell him, and he sighs.
"We'll get him out. I promise."
We pull up outside a small café with the lights dimmed and the "OPEN" sign still glowing faintly in the window. It looks abandoned at this hour, but I know better. Vanya chose this place for a reason.
Parking the car, Isaiah turns to me again.
"Are you ready?"
"None of this feels real," I whisper, unbuckling my seatbelt with shaking hands. "But yeah
