{Kiera's P.O.V}
As we tried to get used to the smell of blood invading our noses, our eyes adjusted to the contrast darkness of the stairwell. We crept down, silently. Neither of us knew quite what to say and I'm sure we were both holding our breath too.
The stairs decended in a spiral and although it didn't look derelict, I could see the look Jenson was going for with the bare grey brick and cold atmosphere. Before I knew it I was having flashbacks to the house Dex had kept me in and my body started to tense up.
My palms started to sweat and my shoulders felt so tight, the breath I held made the muscles in my abdomen work so hard. The more tense I got the thicker the air felt. The atmospheres was suffocating.
Courtney held her palm out and grabbed my shoulder.
"Are you ok?" she as
