Cecelia’s POV
The eastern gate was exactly as River promised, the guards there completely ignored my shadow as I slipped past the stone wall into the waiting car he arranged, yet arriving at the old docks warehouse made my stomach twist into painful knots.
The air inside the renovated venue was heavy, thick with the expensive cologne of wealthy criminals, the sharp tang of raw iron that smelled exactly like old blood, and a strange metallic scent that made my throat burn, which I figured was the silver River warned me about. I pulled the black lace veil lower over my face, blending into the dark corners of the upper gallery, keeping my eyes locked on the crowded floor below where men in suits were bidding on illegal shipments.
My new senses picked up his annoying chuckle before I eve
