IVY
We walked farther than I thought we would, weaving through narrow streets and crumbling alleyways. My legs were starting to ache, and just when I was about to complain, Kade stopped in front of a dark, abandoned warehouse.
“We’re here.”
He pulled out his phone and tapped quickly. A second later, I heard the crunch of boots against gravel. Three figures emerged from the shadows, moving like they owned the night.
The first guy was tall and skinny, with a leather jacket two sizes too big and a face that looked like he’d lost a fight with a barbed-wire fence. His eyes were sharp, darting around like he expected someone to jump out and stab him. The second man was rounder, bald, with tattoos creeping up his neck like snakes. He looked like he ate knives for breakfast. The last one, the
