AURIELLE "I have to leave now, I need to get to the bottom of this." “Stay behind,” Dominic whispered, his voice low and tight as we pressed against the cold brick wall of the abandoned tenement. “I’m not staying behind anyone,” I shot back, heart slamming against my ribs. “He’s the only one left who knows the truth. We go in together.” His dark eyes met mine in the dim glow of a broken street lamp. "I understand you, but this is just too dangerous," “Together, Dominic. Or I go alone.” "You're just too stubborn for your own good sometimes," He exhaled hard, then nodded once. “Fine. But if he moves wrong, I end it.” We slipped through the half-hanging door of the third floor apartment. The air inside smelled of dust, old cigarettes, and something metallic. A single lamp burned in the corner. And there he was, the Collector, sitting in a frayed armchair like he’d been waiting years for this exact moment. The scar across his left eyebrow was exactly as I remembered from the
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