Elena
Sena and I couldn't take the car all the way because we feared we'd get tracked down. The cold night air bit at my skin as Sena and I hurried through the dark alleyways, our breaths rugged and uneven.
My heart pounded so hard that it drowned out the sound of our footsteps. We had finally escaped Archer’s mansion, but we weren’t safe yet. Not even close. We entered another dimly lit alley that led us to a door. She urged me to enter, and I did.
We walked slowly because the way forward was very narrow and very dark. We entered a larger sitting area, but it was empty and filled with smoke, mostly from cigarettes. “Antonio!” Sena yelled, and a stout man emerged with a displeased look.
He had short wavy hair with so many tattoos on his arm. He looked over at me and then at Sena. “Wh
