Drake’s POV
I can see Aurelia staring at her phone, her face pale, her fists shaking. Whatever is in that text, it’s not good.
“Who is it?” I ask, my voice low.
She hesitates, bites her lip and turns the screen toward me.
My stomach drops.
That old warehouse along the river? That place hasn’t been in use in years — everyone knows it’s a den full of dirt bags and deals gone south. [That whoever sent this isn’t playing with you.]
“You can’t go,” I say instantly, leaping to my feet. “It’s probably a trap.”
“I don’t have a choice,” Aurelia says, her voice steady, fear in her eyes. “If Julian’s involved…”
She withdraws but I get it. As much as I hate to say it, Julian’s had his knickers twisted in this s**t because of her. And now, thanks to Sierra’s meddling — and whatever skeletons Au
