ALLISON.
The bustling market of Chicago buzzed around me, a vibrant symphony of voices, laughter, and the occasional honk of a car horn. This scene was a huge contrast to the usual peaceful lifestyle I have back in the most secluded part of Missouri. Not that I complain though. It was nice to have a change of scenery once in a while. If only I was here for a vacation.
I weaved through the throngs of people, the scent of food carts wafting through the air—tacos, pretzels, something sweet and sugary. But my stomach twisted in knots, completely disconnected from the aroma of deliciousness. Instead, my mind was consumed by the encounter I’d had with River the night before.
I had to do his bidding if I wanted a shot at getting the only thing that could cure Quinn. The stakes felt impossibly
