“Change? For what?Intowhat?”
He nodded to the left, where an open archway led to a walk-in closet. Eyes narrowed, I walked toward it.
Rows and rows of pink met me, except for a small corner of black. Pink dresses, soft cashmere loungewear, and a small section of Gothic and lacy black dresses. All in my size. All brands I would wear. I knew these brands. This would have cost hundreds of thousands.
Was this entire closet for me?
Shivers peppered my skin. It was like Grim had been preparing for this.
“Hurry up, princess,” Lock called.
I grabbed a relatively simple pink A-line minidress. It had a corset with a semi-sheer lace bodice scalloping my breasts.
When I came out, Raze had joined Lock. They shared a look.
“We should make her change,” Raze said.
Lock shook his head. “We’re already late.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? This is couture.”
Lock’s blue eyes locked on me. “You look like bait, princess.”
Bait?
They stepped aside, making a clear path for me.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
To my surprise, they answered. “The Underworld.”
It was barely ten in the morning. The Underworld didn’t open until eleven atnight.With Raze at my back, I followed Lock down the stairs, and then down another set of stairs into a basement I didn’t know existed.
It was rare for a basement to exist so close to the beach, but this one appeared carved into stone. Inside was a plethora of cars. Expensive sports cars. Bikes. But the antique black one Grim used sat revving, metallic gas filling the air.
Lock opened the back door for me and I slid inside, sandwiched between him and Wraith, just like yesterday.
“We’re driving the two feet it takes to get to the club?”
They said nothing, pulling out of the garage and up into the bright, wintry day. I craned my neck, following the foggy pier until it disappeared in the rearview, stomach sinking.
Swallowing, I stared forward. “I thought you said we were going to the Underworld?”
Grim eyed me in the rearview but said nothing.
Minutes passed in silence. We drove past a blue-and-white painted wooden sign:Now Leaving Crowne Point.My throat tightened. We entered a forest, and trees whisked by. Soon an hour had passed, then another.
I must have fallen asleep. Suddenly the car jolted, and I woke up in the middle of trees—somewhere I didn’t recognize at all. The car was running, rumbling beneath me, gas filling the vehicle and burning my nostrils.
Maybe they’re going to kill me here.
Two flat knocks sounded on the window, and I nearly jumped.
Raze lowered the glass, and someone shone a light inside. It was so bright I felt it in the back of my skull.
I had a second to get a glimpse before Wraith gripped the back of my skull, pushing me forward so harshly the muscles in my upper back screamed. He’d been covered in tattoos—as in face, eyelids, lips. The color was different, maybe it was the night, but they glimmered?—
I stilled as I felt someone, probably Lock, brush the hair at my nape aside.
