er East Side buildings. It wasn't the polite purr of the town ca

purple, screeched to a halt in front of the buil

d her oversized sunglasses down the bridge of her no

yelled, grinning. "

rely fitting it in-and slid into the passenger sea

up. "Tequila latte. Extra shot.

e alcohol mixed with the caffei

she

orward, pinning Iris to the seat. They wove through t

shouted over the engine noise. "Your ex. He

t broke his three-million-d

l. "You didn't! Oh my god, Iris. That is l

busy le

years, she had moved through this city in the back of a silent sedan, watching the world

glancing at her. "W

d. "I need... I need t

But first..." She paused, a mischievous glint i

he mood for a

g might b

ke a physical blow.

circuit. The only driver on the East Coast Iris

t do clubs

ness. And he likes Velvet. It's own

twitched, itching for a steering wheel.

her voice softening. "Tequila has been dead. Buried und

s reckless,

alive," Sie

Sienna's building in Tribeca. She parked cr

ere kicked off in the hallway, art books were stacked on the floo

rs and marched her to the ful

urself," sh

Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun. Her face was pale, devoid of

off," Sie

he screen lit up on

he vibration buzzed

to answer that?

pressed the red button, then held down th

she

t fell around her shoulders, heavy and dark. She unbu

d to her closet-a room larger than Iris's f

" she said. "For the da

It was deep crimson silk, barely there, he

said. She tossed Iris a set of car keys. Not t

" she whispered, "you m

ys. The cold metal

aid, her voice droppin