The deeper the cars drove into Montoverra, the more the city's structure appeared to change.
Lucrezia watched as the lights she had seen earlier, around them vanished and the noises that filled the streets faded, indicating they were heading farther into the underworld as the black market was located underground.
The closer they got, the more the road they followed ran down, slanting and dipping low like it was leading them into a spiralling tunnel. The cars in between Maverick and her contuined coiling downward, going deeper and deeper into the dead end like they were being sucked and swallowed by the ground.
The further they went, the darker it became, until the only thing guiding them was torches and lamps lit scarcely at uneven intervals, just by the edge of the walls.
The first scent that hit Lucrezia's nose was the smell of rusted metal and something else metallic she couldn't quite place. The smell in here was so damp, she was almost choking.
