****Serenity’s POV****
This was the first time I was leaving the den since I got there.
Not freely, though. But at least I was outside.
I was pushed into a van with no windows. The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, and everything went dark except for the small light near the driver’s seat.
I sat there, hands clenched together, trying not to think too much. Every turn the car made, my stomach tightened. I didn’t even know if this was a good thing or just another part of whatever they had planned for me.
After a while, the van slowed down and then stopped.
The door slid open.
“Out,” one of the men said.
I stepped down carefully, my legs slightly weak, and looked up.
A bright neon sign blinked above the building.
Mantol Club.
Loud music was already buzzing out from inside.
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