The heavy transport lurched violently, its reinforced tires grinding over the deep ruts and broken timber of the ruined barricade. The engine let out a loud, continuous roar, vibrating up through the floorboards and rattling my bones. We were moving fast now, pushing through the storm toward the safety of the capital.
I sat back against the dark leather seat, the lingering heat of our frantic, desperate intimacy slowly fading as the freezing draft seeped back into the cabin. My left hand hovered in the shadows, my fingers tracing the edge of the deep gash on my forearm.
I rubbed my thumb and index finger together.
The liquid coating my skin was wrong. It was smooth, incredibly cold, and lacked the thick, sticky friction of normal blood. It felt like liquid silk gliding across my fingert
