Aria
They drag me to my feet. My knees wobble but I force them to lock. I won’t collapse in front of them. They may have hurt me physically to make me weak enough to put up a fight, but not my pride. I remember Lucas. How he’d refuse to let down the barricades no matter how hard it gets.
Tattoo Guy shoves me toward the door.
“Come on,” he growls. “Inventory time.”
Inventory.
Like I’m a laptop. Or a toaster. We move into a long corridor lined with metal crates. Cold air leaks from somewhere—smells like the ocean and diesel. The party was near the seaport. We must be close to the Tideglass or somewhere nearby. I prayed the location I had sent to Lucas was not far for him to track me back to here.
Meanwhile, I’m not going to let them do whatever they planned to do. I’m not giving up. No
