Meredith.
The ride felt longer than it was, though I knew it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes.
I kept my eyes on the shadows of the buildings passing by, my body pressed into the seat beside Draven.
His presence was like a silent mountain next to me: steady, immovable. But my heart still wouldn't stop its restless flutter.
When we finally pulled up, I stepped out of the car and felt a shiver slide over my skin.
The place was nothing like I'd imagined: an old, half-collapsed warehouse tucked deep among forgotten roads.
The corrugated metal walls groaned against the wind, and shards of broken glass glinted under the pale moonlight like dull teeth.
For a moment, I hesitated, my breath misting in the cold night air. But Draven stepped around the car to my side, and I moved closer until my arm brushed against his.