"What are the conditions?" Moira asked, trying to sound firm even though her heart was pounding.
Adrian turned, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his lips. He was full of plans. "Let's get in the car," he said casually. "I'll tell you later."
He turned and walked toward the car without waiting for an answer.
Moira stood there for a few seconds, staring at his back. His black shirt fit his body perfectly. His shoulders were broad and his steps were steady. There was something about the way Adrian walked, as if the world around him bowed down.
"From now on," Moira muttered softly, clenching her fists, "I have to rise up."
She took a deep breath, then followed him. For some reason, her feet felt light. Too light for someone who had just escaped hell.
Moira got into the car and
