Chapter 181

Allison's POV.

I knew it without him saying my name.

Before I could ask anything, before I could even process what was happening, hands were on me, guiding me, not roughly but firmly enough to tell me I had no choice.

The place they took me to smelled like rust and old dust.

An abandoned warehouse.

Wide.

Empty.

Cold.

The kind of place where sound echoes too much and hope doesn’t echo at all.

Time didn’t move normally there. It stretched and folded in on itself until ...