DAXTON

The warehouse was half-collapsed, and it reeked of rusted metal.

I stepped inside, the chill of the night pressing against my skin. I could still feel Arya's warmth clinging to me. I was doing this for her. She'd gone through so much already. The last thing she needed was some cockroach constantly attacking her peace.

A flicker of movement caught my eye. Theron stepped out from the shadows, calm as ever, his hands buried in the pockets of his tailored coat as if he ...