The map burned in my hand, its creases sharp, the ink smudged where I'd gripped it too tightly. I stared at the coordinates one last time, then shoved it into my back pocket, my breath quickening with every step. The cold air bit at my skin, but it wasn't the chill that made my heart race. No, it was the thought of what lay ahead.
The warehouse stood in front of me, dark and looming, like a tombstone, the end of everything I had fought for. My pulse was pounding in my throat as I drew closer. I tried to shake off the panic bubbling in my chest, but with each step, I felt my breath choke the more.
I took a deep breath and willed myself to steady my shaking hands. All I could hear inside my head was: Concentrate, Sky. Be sharp. Repeat, repeat. Julian's words echoed within my brain, spoken just before leaving- "Don't do anything stupid. Stay focused."
