Chapter Eighteen

Enzo stops in front of a large, abandoned building. The kind that could've been a factory. Everything around it looks run down. Even in the dark, I can tell this place hasn't been used in years.

The first prickles of panic course through me. The fact that he would bring me to this place in the middle of the night is more than just suspicious. My imagination gets the best of me and I envision my own death. Being shot down and left to rot in a deserted place like this.

He climbs out of his car and when he shuts the door, my entire being vibrates. Even my teeth clatter. I didn't know I had this kind of fear in me. I thought I surpassed this phase a long time ago, yet my body is reacting before my mind can even process what's happening.

He stops in front of the car and watches me through the windshield. In the dark, with his long black coat, he looks like the grim reaper. All he needs is a scythe to complete the look. I start hyperventilating. My bladder feels heavy suddenly. When he st