Chapter 65:
Kane’s POV
The warehouse on the edge of Briar Hollow was as dead as I remembered it.
Rust on the hinges. Ivy choking the walls. A chain-link fence wrapped twice in barbed wire. Someone wanted to keep people out or keep something in.
I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles cracked.
“She’s in there?” I asked.
Kelly leaned forward, peering through the cracked windshield. “Lena’s been using it for meets. Last signal pinged three hours ago. If she’s not here, she left a trail.”
I didn’t wait for a plan. I shoved open the door and crossed the lot, boots crunching gravel. Every footstep thundered in my skull. Every breath a countdown.
I wasn’t here for questions. I was here for blood.
Kelly kept pace, silent.
We didn’t knock.
One kick to the door and it groaned open,
