HENRY POV
The air in the car was unbearable. My shirt clung to my back, soaked with sweat, and the heat felt like it was smothering me. We’d turned off the AC hours ago to avoid drawing attention, and now the stagnant air inside felt worse than outside. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel as I stared out at the apartment complex, which hadn’t seen so much as a flicker of movement since we’d arrived. f*****g boring. The adrenaline that had kept me on edge earlier was fading fast, replaced by a thick impatience that clawed at my insides.
I shifted in my seat, glancing at the others. Dax was leaning back, head tilted against the window, his lips pressed into a tight line. His foot tapped against the floor, an unspoken sign of his barely-contained frustration. Blake was sitting in
