Alina’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stood frozen at the warehouse entrance.
The man with the scarred face had stepped aside, waiting for her to enter.
Everything inside her screamed "no."
She wasn’t stupid. She knew this was "wrong."
And yet…
Damon had sent her here.
Did he know what kind of situation he was throwing her into?
Or worse—had he "planned it?"
Alina swallowed hard, forcing herself to stand her ground. “I was only told to deliver the envelope,” she said, keeping her voice firm. “Nothing more.”
The man’s smirk widened. “And I’m telling you to step inside.”
Her fingers clenched around the strap of her bag.
This was a test.
Hers? Or Damon’s? She didn’t know.
What she did know was that she had "two choices." Walk away and risk whatever co
