We traveled to a faraway town where Alec told us everything had been arranged for the meeting.
I was half dozing in the passenger seat, listening to Nicholas’s questionable taste in music, when the car finally came to a stop.
My eyes fluttered open as I took in the place in front of us.
A rundown, cabin-style bar stood in the middle of nowhere.
The building was small, built entirely of worn wood, with snow clinging to the bushes around it.
Soft lights hung from the roof, casting a faint glow against the cold night, and a set of large double doors sat at the front.
Above it all, a crooked sign swayed slightly in the wind.
Mark’s Cove.
“This place looks like it’s straight out of a horror flick,” I muttered as Nicholas killed the ignition.
“If you’re scared, just hold my hand. I won’
