The cold night air did little to settle the tension in Alina’s chest as she stood beside Damon, his phone still clutched in his grip, the name on the screen burning into her mind.
Adrian.
The man who had once been Damon’s closest ally. The man who was now their biggest threat.
Damon’s jaw clenched as he read the message Jaxon had forwarded. It was brief, but it sent a clear message.
We need to talk. Midnight. Warehouse 17.
Alina didn’t need to ask who the message was from. The weight in Damon’s expression told her everything she needed to know.
“He wants a meeting,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Damon nodded, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Or a trap.”
Jaxon, standing a few feet away, folded his arms. “You can’t go alone.”
Damon let out a dry chuckle. “I wou
