The air inside the custom-built limousine was thick with the scent of luxury leather and the sharp, clinical tang of Sebastian's expensive gin. Sarah sat across from him, the burgundy silk of her gown pooling around her like a dark, elegant wine. Outside the tinted windows, the city lights of the business district blurred into long, golden streaks, but inside the vehicle, the tension was static, almost breathable.
Sebastian was nursing a glass, his eyes fixed on the digital tablet glowing in his lap. He looked every bit the apex predator, composed, lethal, and entirely in control.
"You're trembling, Sarah," he said without looking up. It wasn't a question; it was an observation.
