Alex pov

The boy that had been staring at me throughout today.

The strange elite.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice hoarse from crying.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he studied me. “I could ask you the same thing. Look around this place. I came to take a shot.”

His tone was light, almost teasing, but it only fueled my frustration. But I couldn’t help but look around at the shed. There were rows of packs of cigars and lighters ...