Clarabell's POV
We were forcibly taken by Gray, Ron and their goons. An opaque bag was placed on our heads till we reached our destination. And you might have guessed it, it was a freaking warehouse! What's the deal with warehouses anyway? Is it the secluded nature of this area that appeals to them? For the life of me, I didn't understand.
As Gray's men pushed us ahead with their hard, relentless hands, the chilly warehouse air pricked my flesh. Even as fear tore at my insides, my pulse pounded and the adrenaline rushing through my veins kept me standing.
The stench of rust and oil permeated the air, and the little overhead light created lengthy shadows on the broken concrete floor. As he walked next to me, Ryan's silver eyes were dark with rage. He looked around the room, looking for
