Tori
I hate that this meeting is happening at the dead of night. The streets are so eerily quiet it sends a chilling shiver down my spine as we approach the dank, abandoned warehouse. It seems almost too cliche, like a scene robbed straight out of a movie.
The street light above flickers, wanting to give up on this place like the rest of the world. The sound of its light humming and the pounding of my heart are the only sounds filling the silence. Thorne's dark eyes, encased by deep shadows, crinkle at the corners as he scans the area assessing. Probably memorizing the layout of the warehouse from the outside in case s**t goes sideways, which it inevitably always does.
His hand in mine is the only thing keeping me going, moving me forward step by step. The last time I felt this scared
