Chapter 92

• Ava’s POV
• Fabio's grip on my hand was like a vice, a silent promise he wasn't letting go. We were in the van, a black behemoth with tinted windows, and the world outside blurred into a dark smear. I was sharp enough to know something big was about to go down.
• Without a word, the van lurched to a halt, and I peered out to see a building looming over us. It was a brutalist monstrosity of concrete and rust, an architectural nightmare that screamed torture dungeon louder than a heavy metal concert.