(Jace's POV)
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As Ethan maneuvered the SUV down the ramp and into the gaping mouth of the underground garage, a shiver crawled down my spine. It was the kind of place that swallowed daylight whole. The moment we dipped below ground level, it felt like stepping into another world—a concrete underbelly humming with fluorescent lights, echoing tires, and quiet, creeping shadows.
I twisted in my seat and turned my gaze through the rear windshield. My fingers gripped the seatbelt across my chest as I narrowed my eyes, squinting hard in hopes of sharpening my vision. There was something I thought I saw. A vehicle. It had been parked under the merciless sunlight just before the garage. It was a high-end car. Familiar. Too familiar.
Beside me, Ethan caught the movement. He glanced up at the rearview mirror and asked casually, "What's it?"
