Nikhail glanced at her, then the building, before dropping his hands. “This is their meeting place?”
“Yes, but… something’s off.” Her skin crawled, and she shivered. “Where is everyone?”
Nikhail glanced at Indira. “Thoughts?”
“I don’t sense anyone inside,” she said.
Indira wasn’t a human then. Maybe a witch?
“Neither do I,” he replied.
But that didn’t make sense. There had to be people here. If no one was here, how would they find Ryker?
Brynleigh wasn’t stupid. If the rebels knew she’d deceived them—and obviously, they did to some extent because she hadn’t known about this plan—they wouldn’t keep the men in this location.
But she’d been banking on the fact that they’d findsomething. A clue. A lead. Even a fucking piece of paper would be better than nothing.
Now, though, she was beginning to doubt they’d even find that.
Nikhail moved towards the door, spinning a gust of wind above his outstretched left hand.
Brynleigh’s brows furrowed.
“He’s blocking us from the cameras,” Indira whispered, answering Brynleigh’s unasked question.
He strode to the door, put his hand on the knob, and turned.
And it…
Swung open.
Nikhail glanced over his shoulder and raised a brow. He tilted his head towards the interior, putting a finger on his lips.
“This doesn’t bode well,” Indira muttered, following theair fae.
Brynleigh’s shadows writhed in agreement. She trailed the pair, keeping her footsteps silent as they entered the warehouse.
Only, they didn’t have to worry about being quiet because?—
“Fuck!” Brynleigh screamed, horror twisting her stomach into knots. “This isn’t right.”
Her words echoed through the empty warehouse, the walls singing them back to her as if laughing at her awful predicament.
“This is the right place,” she said, mostly to herself. “I shadowed us directly here. This is where the fight club and all the meetings I attended took place. There should be a clue here. Something.”
And yet, the warehouse was as empty as the Void.
Even the air had somehow been scrubbed of anyone’s presence. The only scents were those of dirt, dust, and stale air.
“Let’s walk around and see if we find something,” Nikhail suggested.
Brynleigh didn’t think that would help, but standing still wasn’t an option.
Walking through the massive space was like entering an abandoned cave. Every footstep echoed; every whisper was like a shout.
Soon, it was clear they were the only living beings around.
Despair curled Brynleigh’s stomach in knots, making her want to fall on the floor and collapse in defeat. “I don’t… there’s nothing here.”