The interior of the SUV was like a fortress of silence. For Sierra, the transition from the terrifying, jagged reality of the sidewalk to this cocoon of luxury was jarring. The adrenaline that had spiked when Msrk grabbed her arm was slowly receding, leaving behind a hollow, shaky fatigue that made her limbs feel like lead.
She sank back into the hand-stitched leather seat, her eyes fixed on the blurred reflections of the glass skyscrapers as they glided through the financial district. She felt small in the massive vehicle, but for the first time in years, she didn't feel vulnerable.
