The rain refused to let up.
It pounded relentlessly against the windshield as Damien's black SUV sped away from the city, leaving behind the flashing lights, shattered glass, and blood-soaked marble floors of Blackwood & Vale.
No one spoke.
The silence inside the vehicle was thick with exhaustion and adrenaline.
Vivian sat in the back beside Clara, pressing a clean handkerchief firmly against the graze on Clara's upper arm. The wound wasn't life-threatening, but it had bled enough to stain Clara's cream blouse crimson.
"Keep the pressure there," Vivian said softly.
Clara nodded, though the pain was obvious on her face.
In the front seat, Roman glanced at them through the rearview mirror before turning his attention back to the road ahead.
Damien hadn't taken his eyes off the highwa
