A/N: Content warning. Chapter contains some violence and mention of sexual assault/rape.
SASHA POV
When the swirling light and energy fade, I m standing in the middle of what looks to be an abandoned warehouse. It s mostly dark; witches lights, likely courtesy of Anselm s fae retainers, bob here and there near the ceiling, and light from street-lamps outside slips through odd cracks in the walls and ceiling. Of course, the darkness will pose no problem to either Anselm or me, with our feline eyes.
The space where my fae escort and I are standing is clear and open, no doubt meant to be where Anselm and I fight. Around it, though, the warehouse is home to piles of boxes, rows of metal shelving, and decrepit equipment. Dust and cobwebs abound; no human has been here for quite some time.
"Here we are," my escort announces, and some sort of glamour falls away.