**Lucia’s POV**

Elena lay sprawled on the cold, grease-stained warehouse floor, her body limp and still. Her blonde hair fanned out around her face, making her look as if she had simply fallen asleep in the wrong place at the worst possible time.

The sight of her like that sent a thrill straight through my veins.

I stood over her, hugging myself lightly against the chill, just breathing in the atmosphere: the damp air, the scent of old rust, and the heavy silence of a successful trap.

I had ...