C39 CRAWL.

AVERY’S POV:

“Follow me,” Axel ordered, the first words he’d spoken since entering the room.

Without another glance, he turned his back to me, striding toward the door with the unyielding confidence of someone who expected obedience.

I stood frozen, my mind a whirlpool of indecision. My gaze flitted between the lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground, the coat draped over aching skin