Chapter 18
Rayna
I hate parking garages.
They all smell the same—old oil, damp concrete, faint piss in the corners. The echo in them makes it hard to tell where sounds are coming from. After everything with Miron and the Council talk and the drone over the river, I should’ve insisted we meet somewhere with more exits.
But Tess had dropped me at my car after the shift, and Miron had texted the burner: we need to talk - somewhere covered.
So here we were. Third level, far corner, my beat-up SUV sitting under a flickering light. The garage was mostly empty. Just a couple of sedans and an ancient pickup. The end of a long day.
He stood by the back bumper, hands in his pockets, hood up. Human casual. My wrist tingled the second I stepped out of the elevator. The bond knew him before my ey
