Chapter one hundred and forty five

Theo's POV

I drove like a man possessed.

The city blurred past me in streaks of neon and shadow, but all I saw was that address—Warehouse 17, the docks.

Diego’s words echoed in my head. He’s not alone.

Elianna.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened until my knuckles turned white. I should have kn...

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