#Chapter 142: Not You Again

Almara’s Pov

How did we end up here, again? The car rolls up to gray building that looks like it’s about to be knocked over with one final strong gust of wind. If only we could be so lucky. Granted, we haven’t been in this part of town yet but nonetheless were still in vampire territory.

Never in my life did I expect to have seen so much of this town. I suppose, much of my life wasn’t what I expect- for better or worse. As if on the lookout, three more guards emerge from the crippling cinderblock building as soon as the car goes into park.

The doors are swung open and bone hands are prying us out of our seats. Arthur gives a growl and one instinctively pulls his hand back, causing Arthur’s lips to curl in smile that I find incredibly sexy, the guards on the other hand handle him much rougher now- not that he can’t handle it.

Once inside were immediately walked to a holding cell. The cell is just past the entrance waiting room, if you can even call it that. There are no chairs, only ye