The drive to the outskirts of Zeden felt longer than it really was as Ivy drove to meet the guy who'd help her take care of that betraying bitch of a friend.
Ivy sat behind the wheel of her sleek black car, her fingers tight around the steering wheel. Every bump in the road jolted through her like a warning, but she didn't let herself dwell on it. Not today. Not when her plan had already begun to take form.
Tall trees lined the dirt path ahead, their long shadows casting eerie shapes over her windshield as the sun began to dip lower. It was the kind of place no one passed through unless they had a reason—except a reason like hers
She reached a small, abandoned-looking warehouse surrounded by overgrown grass and a rusting chain-link fence. It was quiet. Too quiet.
