~ Seraphina ~
"Seraphina, for God's sake, fix your collar."
Adrian’s voice snapped through the tension in the back of the limousine like a whip. I didn't look at him. I couldn't. My body was still a map of the night before, every muscle humming with a dull, heavy ache that reminded me of Room 402. I reached up, my fingers trembling as I adjusted the silk of my blouse. My skin felt raw, sensitized, as if the heat of 'L’s' hands had left a permanent mark.
"I'm fine," I said, my voice coming out thinner than I wanted.
"You look like you haven't slept," he muttered, eyes glued to his tablet. "Try to look presentable. This meeting with the Blackwood Group is the only thing keeping our stock from tanking. If they smell blood, we’re done".
I stared out the window at the passing glass towers.
