Elena's POV
The sound of Gabriel's car screeched to a halt outside my apartment. I barely had time to open the door when he barged in, his expression wild and frantic.
"Elena, Olivia," he said, his voice sharp with urgency, "you need to come with me. Now."
"What's going on?" Olivia asked, her face pale with confusion.
"No time to explain," Gabriel snapped. "Just trust me."
Without another word, we followed him. The drive was tense, Gabriel gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. I exchanged a worried glance with Olivia, who looked as confused as I felt.
When we arrived at an old, secluded warehouse, my stomach sank. Gabriel parked the car, and we stepped out, the cold night air wrapping around us. Inside, Butch stood in the dim light, his imposing figure looming over someone tied to a chair. My heart dropped when I saw who it was.
"Alex," I whispered, disbelief washing over me.