Escape Is Not An Option

Meliza's POV

I woke up the following morning earlier than I intended to wake up, a strange sense of unease stirring inside me.

A sleek black car was already waiting in the driveway as I stepped outside the main door. The driver, dressed in a crisp uniform, gave me a slight nod as he opened the back door.

I hesitated for a split second before climbing in.

The ride to Elijah's office was silent, but the further we drove into the city, the more restless I became. My hands curled into fists on my lap, my breath uneven. Every street we passed felt like a countdown to something I wasn't prepared for.

When we arrived at the towering glass building, the unease in my stomach worsened.