Chapter 16 Into The Lion's Den

The next morning, Aria was dressed in black.

Not by choice.

The moment she woke, a neatly pressed outfit awaited her—a fitted black dress that hugged her frame, paired with sleek heels that made her feel like she was preparing for a funeral.

Maybe she was.

She wasn't sure if it was her funeral or someone else's.

The air was heavy as Killian led her down the grand staircase, his presence a silent command.

No words had been exchanged between them since last night.

But the tension from their last conversation still clung to the air, unspoken but palpable.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked.

Killian glanced at her. "To the one place I don't take outsiders."

Her stomach twisted.

So why was he taking her?

She didn't get a chance to ask.

Because the moment they stepped outside, a sleek black car awaited them.

The driver opened the door, and Killian slid in first, expecting her to follow.

For a brief moment, she considered running.

Bolting into the streets. Disappearing.

But that would be foolish.

She wasn't just stepping into a car.

She was stepping into his world.

And there was no turning back.

The drive was silent.

Aria watched the city pass through the tinted windows, her mind racing.

Wherever they were going, it wasn't within normal reach.

The roads twisted into unfamiliar paths. Buildings turned to warehouses, neon-lit districts gave way to shadowed streets.

And then—

The gates loomed.

Massive, wrought-iron things that looked more suited for a fortress than a meeting place.

The driver rolled down his window, flashing some kind of emblem.

The gates creaked open.

And Aria felt her heartbeat stutter.

They were entering something much deeper than she had anticipated.

The true underworld.

And she was about to meet its rulers.