Having walked a sufficiently long distance, Lucien chose the awning of a tightly shuttered convenience store. He let his body drop heavily onto the freezing concrete steps, curling himself up into a tight ball.
Twenty minutes later, the blinding glare of headlights swept in from the distance, tearing through the dense curtain of rain.
The black Maybach screeched to a halt by the side of the road. Dominic Vance sat inside the car, his gaze piercing through the soaking wet windshield, locking tightly onto that small silhouette curled up beneath the awning.
Dominic's pupils constricted slightly. He had envisioned a scenario where he would catch Lucien sitting and drinking coffee while waiting to be picked up, or at the very least, standing in some clean and dry place. However, the image that entered his line of sight right now was far too wretched.
