Genevieve's skin crawled the second she stepped foot inside the sketchy-looking shop. It wasn't located in a posh neighborhood. Far from it actually, and she pondered over turning back around and running towards her car.
She couldn't place her finger on what exactly brought her here. Perhaps it was the thirst for vengeance, the need to get back at the man who put her through hell. Or maybe, it was because she was a good person. The good in her was ready to sacrifice herself, just so it meant that no one else would be subject to Shadow's ruthlessness.
The place reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Its walls were in poor conditions, with chips of paint peeling off to reveal a rotten surface. The glass showcases that the shop held contained several types of watches and bracelets, but Genevieve knew that was just a disguise to hide what the shop-owner actually sold. That, she hadn't figured out on her own. It was Owen who told her.