Vivienne’s POV

This neighborhood makes my skin crawl the moment I step onto its grimy pavement. The air reeks of rotting trash mingled with the pungent trace of illicit substances. I yank my hood over my head and walk quickly, keeping my gaze fixed downward. The labyrinth of crumbling facades and watchful, hollow eyes presses in, but I force myself forward.

Jace’s building stands at the very end of the block, hunched and decaying. The structure barely qualifies ...