Omega Bound
I grin.
“Maybe even real ice cream,” I look at him. “From that new restaurant at the corner.” Ethan doesn't smile, grabbing my bag, and I walk past him, leaving the house.
The Sanctuary rises at the edge of the city like a place built from sex money of the elites, tall, bright, and impossibly clean.
Its glass walls reflect the gray sky, making the whole place look like it belongs in another world.
Luxury cars line the parking lot, sleek black Mercedes, Lamborghini, polished to shine. Security guards stand rigid beside the door, resting their hands casually near their guns.