Chapter 37 Thirty-seven

• A crash sounds from somewhere outside the warehouse. Then shouting. I strain against the zip ties, feeling them dig deeper into my wrists. Sophia left hours ago, leaving me alone with my fear and pain.
• But now someone's coming. The warehouse door rattles, metal screeching against metal. A gunshot echoes, the sound bouncing off concrete walls. Then silence, heavy and tense, before the door flies open with a deafening bang.
• Dante stands in the doorway, gun raised, his face a mask of controlled fury. Blood stains his shirt, not his, I hope. His eyes lock with mine across the warehouse floor.