CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
To show her where it was, Dax drove them to the Stark mansion and stopped at a broad wooden gate. Why? She didn’t really know. Maybe he meant to ease her into the idea of spending time there. His offer to take her inside and show her around was a hard no. A step too far. If she went inside, there was no guarantee of getting out again.
After the brief spell parked outside, Dax drove on until eventually they ended up in an industrial area, pulling up alongside a grey concrete warehouse on a lot that appeared to be vacant.
“What’s this place?” she asked when he turned off the engine and got out of the car.
“This is where we prep the product. Come on, get out.”
“I don’t want to go in there, Dax,” she said, shaking her head. “Who is in there?”
“No one will hurt you. T
