Fantine

The passenger side floorboards vibrated heavily as Riley pushed the truck through the dense fog along the eastern border road, and the thick scent of heavy rain and wet pine needles came rushing through the cracked dashboard vents while I adjusted the leather strap of my twin daggers across my hip, my body still feeling slightly hollow from the blood purge but the steady warmth radiating from Riley's side of the seat was keeping the cold chill from settling back into my bones.

We had left the safety of the main clinic wing less than twenty minutes ago, and my red dress was ruined and stained with grease from...