Chapter 34
Wren
I should've known.
The moment Knox smirked and said he had an idea, I should've known it wouldn't involve anything remotely normal.
The motorcycle slowed before a giant warehouse on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by shipping containers painted in bright graffiti. A massive banner stretched across the entrance.
WARZONE PAINTBALL ARENA
I stared at it.
Then at Knox.
Then back at the building.
"...You're kidding."
He pulled the key from the ignition.
"I'm not."
"I've never even seen this place before."
"Most people haven't."
He slung his helmet over one shoulder and started walking toward the entrance like he owned the place.
I hurried after him.
"This is a terrible idea."
"You've been saying that a lot lately."
"Because every idea you have starts with
