The meeting location was a warehouse in the industrial district.
Of course it was a warehouse. Because apparently every single clandestine supernatural meeting in this city happened in abandoned warehouses. I was starting to think there was some kind of zoning requirement. "Warehouse District: For All Your Sketchy Midnight Rendezvous Needs."
"This feels like a trap," I said for the third time as Azryth's car pulled up to the building.
"You've said that." He put the car in park but didn't turn off the engine. "Twice."
"I'm saying it again for emphasis."
"Your concern is noted and logged." He was scanning the area, those ember eyes seeing things I couldn't. Heat signatures, probably, magical wards, the structural integrity of the building. Who knows. "But Sarah was correct about one thing, we can't stay in the penthouse, the wards are already showing stress fractures from spirit pressure."
"So instead we're walking into a potential ambush."
