The night air was crisp as Ethan and Leila made their way through the dimly lit streets, each step heavy with the weight of anticipation. The city seemed quieter than usual, the distant hum of traffic a far-off whisper as they approached the abandoned industrial complex. It was a place they both knew all too well—where it all began.
Leila’s heart raced, her breath visible in the cool air as she glanced at Ethan. He was silent, his jaw set in determination, but she could see the tension in his posture. The message from Isabella had shaken him more than he let on. Could they really trust her? Or was this meeting a carefully orchestrated trap?
“I still don’t like this,” Leila muttered, her eyes scanning the dark corners of the deserted street. “What if she’s setting us up?”
Ethan didn’t re
