Another way Limani was different. The local cab drivers made it their business to converse with—gossip with, interrogate—their passengers, but this driver ignored them while bopping along to the music emanating from her front dash. Toria didn’t recognize the band, but she didn’t find the perky beat too terrible.
Less than thirty harrowing minutes later, most of it stuck at one intersection, they left the shadow of the towering skyscrapers and their speed picked up. Now they passed by smaller businesses and private townhouses, down tree-lined streets. Every block held a vacant lot that featured gardens or a tiny park. Toria placed two fingers on Kane’s bare wrist and lowered her shields a fraction. Nothing. At her mental nudge, Kane let his own combat shields fall away, and she felt the re
