The boat moved fast across the black water. The city behind them grew smaller and smaller until the lights were nothing but little dots far away. The noise of gunshots was gone now, but Aria still heard it inside her chest. The sound would not leave her. It was like her heart had taken the sound and locked it there.
Her whole body shook. Her dress was wet and heavy, sticking to her skin. The sea water had mixed with blood, and she felt cold all over. Her arm hurt badly where it had been cut, and though Lorenzo had wrapped a bandage around it, the pain throbbed hard.
The boat began to slow. Ahead of them was a dark place, hidden between rocks. The water there was quiet, like it was hiding secrets. A small wooden pier stretched out from a low warehouse. The windows of the warehouse were black. No light came from inside.
This was not a home. It was a safehouse.
