Chapter ThirteenSheena ran until her breath was coming sobbingly between her lips and there was a pain in her side.
She had no idea where she was going or really what she was running from.
She had only a sense of urgency to be free, not only from Lucien but from the horror of seeing him and Henri fighting, the blows they struck at each other sounding as dull and ominous as the beats of her own heart.
On, on, she went swerving in and out of the groups of people sauntering in the sunshine.
She did not know that a grey car was speeding down the Champs-Élysées or that the man at the wheel was leaning out searching the crowds for her.
She did not see the car pass her, moving far more quickly than she could manage or know that the driver had stopped and descended.
Only when he loomed up in
