The building didn't look like anything special. Just a clean stretch of glass and brick and a sign I didn't bother reading. But standing across the street, my stomach was a mess of knots. My palms were damp. My heart wouldn't stop hammering.
Every instinct in me screamed to turn bac because this could very much be a trap laid out for me and I was walking in blinding lnot it.
I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have listened to Celia. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good. But curiosity has always been my worst habit, and right now, it was eating me alive. I just had to know.
So I crossed the street
The door creaked when I pushed it open, and the sound echoed through the narrow hallway. It was dim inside, a few lights humming overhead, the air smelling faintly like Alex's cologne sharp, expensive, and cold.
Then I heard it.
At first, I thought it was music or maybe maybe just laughter. But no. It wasn't that.
