Sienna's car devoured the coastal road beneath a blazing afternoon sun.
The midnight-black beast moved with scarcely any sound beyond the deep, restrained purr of its engine, its polished body swallowing the fierce sunlight and returning it in sleek rivers of violet-black brilliance. Every curve of the machine seemed carved for speed, elegance and quiet violence, a creature born from steel yet possessing more predatory grace than most living beasts.
Inside the car, the silence had become pregnant with too many things.
Curiosity throbbed within it and worry pressed against it.
But most of all, there was the dangerous aura leaking from Sienna's body in slow, restrained waves, carrying a very clear warning toward the woman seated beside her:
Speak carefully.
Dravenna understood the warning.
She merely did not respect it enough to remain silent forever.
