Chapter 193

Silvery moonlight spilled through the black clouds, glazing the ground with a sheen like quicksilver.

Lucy sat at the back of the truck bed, her feet dangling just a few dozen centimeters above the rough asphalt. The black sheer stockings on her long legs caught the moonlight and shimmered. The satchel beside her was already emptied, and the night wind brushed the colored fringe at her brow.

In that moment—even with armed pickup trucks still giving chase—she felt herself slip into a strange calm.