he was already dressed in a sharp trench coat, heading for

hadn't bought him peace; it had only made him realize how dangerously clo

ced a charming, conciliatory smile. "Your sedan is three years old. L

ital required a specific type of vehicle-something highly secure, untraceable, and extremely expensive. If Ar

flatly, her eyes unr

p in Manhattan. The showroom was gle

Arland said, waving his ha

the room. It was beautiful. Sleek, fast, elegant. It was th

over. He looked awkwa

one," Arland said

d! You

rn stepped out, holding a latte in a paper cup. She

ight to the sil

milie cooed, running her hand along the

olde, but he had likely told his assistant to "get the silver car for the la

r?" Isolde asked.

explain, to correct the m

up hit the floor, exploding

gasped. She clutched her

vely. He caught her be

scooped Emilie up into his arms, his face pale with panic. "I n

lder. "Wait here. Pick whatever e

his focus entirely on the woman

e silver car. The salesman lo

"Should I show you the

he pristine white floor. It looked like

-duty vehicles were kept. She stopped in front of a massive, black SUV. It was armored, boxy, and

r eyes hard. "Charge it to the Rhodes

edition. It's... significantly more expensive th

he papers wi

accelerator, steering the armored tank dangerously close. The massive steel bumper scraped inches away from the convertible's door, shattering its side mirror with a violent crunch. Emilie shrieked, collapsing into Arland's arms. Isolde rolled down her window, her eyes hi

garage in Queens she had rented under a fake n

for a wife. It was