Annabel’s pov
Luke didn't seem happy about the new decision, and I didn't know if I should be relieved that I wouldn't be alone or concerned by the intensity of his expression. Jennifer's assurance that it was for our safety didn't seem to pacify him, and a storm brewed in his eyes.
As we entered the dimly lit warehouse, tension clung to the air like a heavy fog. I could almost taste Luke's resentment. Jennifer left us alone, and the silence was oppressive. It was as if the walls held their breath, waiting for the imminent clash of emotions.
"I can't believe she'd trap us together," Luke muttered, his voice dripping with frustration.
I glanced around, noticing an ominous-looking button on the wall. Jennifer's ominous warnings echoed in my mind, and a nervous knot tightened in my stomac
