The night pressed against the windshield, the black glass was fractured by streaks of headlights and the occasional flash of a neon sign. Seraphina kept both hands steady on the wheel, her eyes fixed on the dark ribbon of asphalt ahead.
The Hummer rumbled beneath them, a low growl that filled the silence left by everything unspoken inside the cabin.
She hadn't said where she was taking them. No one had asked. Not after she'd told them to hold on and asked how well they could swim.
Zubair sat in the passenger seat like a sentinel, profile cut sharp against the blur of streetlamps. His silence wasn't passive. It was deliberate, as if he was giving her enough rope to either hang herself or lead them forward.
