(Jace's POV)
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"We can't go any deeper," I repeated after a while, my voice was low but firm, my eyes were locked on the eerie street ahead. "If we do, we might as well put a target on our fucking backs."
Ethan shot me a sideways glance, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he slowed the vehicle even more. The SUV's engine hummed like a foreign invader in the dead silence of the Abbey. Every second it remained idling here felt like we were announcing ourselves—and worse.
"Look around," I added, gesturing toward the cracked sidewalks, the makeshift repairs on collapsing buildings, the graffiti bleeding down the walls like scars. "This SUV is the most expensive thing this place has seen in years—maybe ever. It's like waving a neon sign over our heads that says, 'We don't belong here.'"
