Gabrielle’s POV
The message arrived just as I was finishing up a mountain of paperwork in Matthew’s study.
Unknown Number:
Matthew is in trouble. Come to the abandoned warehouse on Craven Street. Alone.
My heart dropped. Every instinct told me this was a trap, but the thought of Matthew in danger pushed aside my better judgment. I grabbed my coat and rushed out, ignoring the biting cold as I hailed a cab.
The warehouse loomed like a shadow from a nightmare, its broken windows and rusted metal doors a stark warning. I hesitated at the entrance, my breath visible in the icy air.
"Matthew?" I called out, stepping inside.
The darkness pressed in, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed through the vast, empty space.
And then I saw him.
Ruelle Margo.
His presence hit me like a sl
