Victoria placed her head in her hands as Nyaira pulled out her phone and made a quick call. When someone shushed her, she screamed and plastered herself against the car door as the man now sitting in the backseat spoke.
	Victoria only stared at him, sure he had not been there a moment before. When Nyaira yanked the driver side door open, she pressed herself harder into the door, ignoring the sting in her back from where it pressed into what she was sure was a bruise.
	Nyaira eyed Victoria and the rest of the interior. “What’s going on?” she hissed, her gaze locking on the human.
	Victoria forced herself to resist looking to the man. The man sent by Alex, if he spoke the truth. What did she have to lose?
	“I...” She swallowed and forced in a deep breath. “Nothing.” With no little effort, she forced herself to sit correctly in the leather seat.
	“Right.” Suspicion dripped from Nyaira’s dangerously soft voice. Regardless, she got in the car, and quickly pulled out of the parking space.
	Victoria gripped the edge of her seat as the car sped down the road, her head tilted to keep the man in her peripherals. “Where’re you taking me?”
	The grin Nyaira gave her chilled Victoria to the core and made her sink back in the seat. “I wouldn’t worry about that, [i]peu mortel.[/i] At least, not yet.”
	Victoria stole a glance to the man, hoping his words proved true despite the foreboding feeling he gave her. He was a supernatural, of that she was sure, but the question was, what kind?
	She bit her lip and looked out the windshield, trying to remember the turns the woman took as they sped toward the edge of town at an unlawful speed.