Chapter 36
Something was off about the limousine our chauffeur led us to. The interior smelled faintly greasy, as if a mechanic had crawled inside wearing dirty coveralls and hadn’t quite managed to clean up after himself. “Problem with the windows?” I guessed as I slid in after Derek and Sebastien, peering up at the human who waited to close the door behind our backs.
For half a second, something interesting flickered across the male’s features. But then he nodded, smiled, agreed with me. “How’d you know?”
I shrugged, no longer interested in the topic of conversation. As usual, I’d wowed all bystanders with my perspicacity. Now I could settle back into my seat and watch D.C. traffic whirl past as the vehicle pulled out onto the road.
Moments later, headlights and streetlights flickere
