Chapter Fifty-Two - Fletcher

We found Charlotte in the fetal position on the bottom floor of the abandoned warehouse. It wasn’t only the fact that he led us straight to her, but that she seemed mostly unharmed. A little roughed up but nothing like what could have happened to her. I refreshed my phone seven times on the way over and on the way back to our house. Had the guards missed something? Were the Capellos watching us? Were they preparing to attack our house? “Where is Ava?” Charlotte asked from the backseat. Her voice was hoarse from screaming no doubt. They’d tied her up but nothing we couldn’t get her out of quickly. “She’s at our house,” I said absently. Duke cleared his throat from the backseat. “Are you okay? Are your wrists hurt?” Charlotte moved around and sighed heavily. “I’m okay. I’m starving.” Levi shifted in the passenger seat as Duke told her we’d get her something to eat ASAP. “What do you think this means?” Levi asked. I shrugged, my fingers tight around the steering wheel and a headac