Chapter 246

İsabella’s POV

The GPS announced that I had arrived.

I looked up.

An abandoned warehouse stood at the end of a deserted industrial road, its rusted metal walls illuminated only by the weak glow of a flickering streetl amp. Every window had long since been boarded shut, and weeds had forced their way througly cracks in the concrete as though nature itself had decided this place had been forgotten.

My pulse thundered in my ears. Everything about this place screamed danger. It was exactly the kind of place someone could use to hold people hostage.

I tightened my grip around my phone. “Please be okay,” I whispered. “Please, sweetheart.”

I barely remembered climbing out of the car.