Haven’s POV

Fear alone cannot describe the way my heart is pounding through my ribcage. Nervousness. Anxiety. Determination. Every little thing compounds and makes my brain feel completely and utterly numb.

In one hand, I clutch onto the pristine black leather serving book Cruz handed me. In my other hand, I hang onto Cruz’s hand as I guide him quietly to one of the four lounges we have in the loft.

The loft is at the end of the hall, past the curtain ...