Inside the private warehouse, the panicked energy of the Riverdale escape had completely vanished from the guys.
Arslan stood at the center of the place surrounded by almost everyone.
Across the room, Isabella was cleaning the guns they used just earlier as they were planning on getting rid of it.
Rolla sat on the floor, waiting to hear about the next move just like everyone else. Near him, James rested his injured shoulder against an ice pack, his guard never dropping as his eyes tracked the street monitors Sofia was running from a laptop on the desk.
