Ava strode down the dimly lit street, the brisk evening air biting at her skin. She wrapped her coat tighter around her as she approached the road. A flick of her hand summoned a cab that pulled up to the curb with a screech. Without hesitation, she climbed in, shutting the door behind her with a definitive click.
"Take me to the warehouse district," she said, rattling off the address Giovanni had given her.
The cab driver gave her a wary glance through the rearview mirror but nodded and pulled away from the curb. Ava leaned back into the worn leather seat and pulled out her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen as if she half-expected Dimitri to send a message that would call off this entire ordeal.
What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?
She glanced out of the
