CHAPTER 113 You Don't Have a Choice
Ann's heart sank as the memories came flooding back to her.
How could she have been so stupid?
She was fully aware when she was driving through that part of the city that it had a bad reputation, but seeing the state of the… whatever that was in front of her had pulled at her heartstrings.
The area was home to addicts of both humans and their synthetic drugs and the shifters and magickal beings who had either succumbed to the darker side of magick and paid the price with their sanity or had indulged in one too many apothecaries concoctions that had left them with an insatiable craving that would never be sated.
All of them had one thing in common, their exceedingly poor grip on reality and the uncompromising drive to secure the source of their next fix.