Sera Monroe floored the gas, racing toward the location Liora Bennett had texted her.

It led her to some old, run-down warehouse—completely deserted.

She didn't stop to think. She shoved the door open and stepped inside.

Liora was already there, lounging on a broken-down chair like she owned the place. The second she saw Sera, she let out a mocking little laugh.

"Well well, you actually showed up?"

Sera frowned. Something about the way Liora said that felt... ...