The air had turned crisp, biting her bare skin like a thousand tiny pins. It was dark outside Sin City now. It couldn’t have been that deep into the night though, for she was fairly certain she hadn’t stayed up to an hour in the club. The raucous hum of music, laughter, and the loud groans that had filled her ears while inside didn’t reach the eerie stillness of the world outside. It lay in haunting silence, like the calm before a storm. In sharp contrast, even though she stood right in the middle of this tranquility, her world was on a fast-spin, revolving so fast she couldn’t quite grasp hold of what was happening. And she was excited about it.
Her back met the metallic, cold sleekness of a car with a soft thud, the chill of its surface seeping into her spine through the thin fabric of
