d skin of her calves. Warm blood trickled down her legs, mixing with the freezing mud,

ght reflected off a standalone glass-walled building ahead. It was a massive, climate-controlled

placed by the sterile smell of motor oil and expensive leather. The cold epoxy floor sent a violent shiver up he

n

blinding white light. Azura's heart stopped completely. She slapped both han

leather jacket strolled into the garage. Colby Mcintosh whistled a tunele

," Colby muttered to himself, walking straight past the Aston

ubbing grease and fixing bikes at Old Man Miller's auto shop back in Pennsylvania just to pay for groceries. She knew how to handle a clutc

pocket. "Cecelia, what do you want now?" he snapped, turning

the ground, her bare foot slapping silently against the epoxy f

as Colby yelled into his p

. She grabbed the key, twisting it hard w

e exploding with a deafening, thunde

bsolute shock. He saw a girl in a filthy jac

d, lunging forward. His hand clamped down hard on Azur

te. She twisted the

cloud of acrid white smoke. The sudden, explosive forward momentum ripped Azura

chest against the gas tank, the freezing wind slicing her injured face like razor blade

the main house, shoutin

forced it straight. She leaned hard to the right, the motorcycle sliding through the rapidly shrinking gap in the ga

was

ying speed. The adrenaline masked the pain in her bleeding foot. She

es and skidding into the shadows. Her hands were shaking so violently she could barely feel her fing

t's your

I am heading west on the Long Island Expressway. Send the NYPD to intercept me at the next exit. Now!"

r. Three black SUVs were tearing down the highway

and blue lights. Two NYPD patrol cars were parked hori

the vehicle!" a police officer's

black streaks on the asphalt. She stopped ten meters from the police cars

e bodyguards stepped out, their faces twisted in rage, but they did

fs around her wrists. As they shoved her into the back seat of the police car, Azura looked through the wire m

de the 78th Prec

wrapped around her shoulders. She stared blankly at the metal table, refusin

r was suddenl

ely, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. H

stepped into the small

He pointed a shaking finger at Azura. "That's her! That'

er face. She stared at the silver-haired guy from the garage, an

head. He gave Colby one

instantly stepping back and pressing himself ag

nd leaned over, his massive frame casting a dark shadow over Azura. The shee

inches from her ear. He smelled of

n threat that made her spine tingle. "Using the cops to hid