chest like a shield, backing away f

ce flat. She turned and walked towards the door. "My l

followed her every step. "Where are you goin

re witho

open and slammed it shut behind her.

furious in the mirrored walls. She would stay with her agent,

ite Maserati, her heels clicking angrily on the concrete. As she reached

li

ing with a jacket. In the dim garage ligh

cking me!"

ignoring her accusation. "We're

et go!" She tried to push him aw

nger door, bundled her inside, and slid into the driver'

d, clawing at the door handle, but t

ignition. The engine roared to life, an a

e?" she cried, gripping

erator. The sports car shot out of the park

of late-night Manhattan traffic. The air inside the

he yelled, but her word

he bloodshot fury in his eyes. He h

tting off other cars, the speedometer cl

Stop the car!

el tightening. "Maybe we should just die together. A fit

raction, his eyes wild with

laring, barreled through th

to stretch,

ed. He slammed on the br

act, she felt a powerful forc

body over hers, shielding her completely, crus

nt she both loved and hated. The last thing she hear

ror

f metal, the explosive shatter o

only the violent judder of the impact, a dull knock

smell of gasoline an

her. His head was limp against her shoulder, and blood was pouring f

g as she reached for his face. She felt for h

the distance. Peo

o had just threatened her, the man who had just s