Chapter 45
Cian’s jaw ached from clenched teeth, and she was afraid her nails would draw blood before she managed to relax her fists. Even before she’d been trapped, it had been a great many years since she’d been in London.
So fast, and so loud, everywhere she turned.
Countless speeding cars, roaring airplanes overhead, rumbling trucks. Oblivious pedestrians, many of them staring at something in their hands, ignoring the traffic streaking by inches away.
Constant noise and motion.
She’d thought John was a maniacally fast driver while they were still in the countryside. As they’d gotten onto the huge motorways and into the city, she’d realized he was just a little faster than most.
The chaos didn’t seem to affect him. He actually seemed energized by it. She was thankful he was behind
