The glare of the high-beams filled the sedan, turning the interior into a blinding white cage. The voice through the megaphone bounced off the tight alley walls, sharp and demanding.Vivian didn’t look back. Her fingers, still holding the suture needle, froze just millimeters above Julian’s torn skin. The metallic smell of his blood was heavy in her nose, mixing with the hot, chemical stink of the engine."Vivian," Julian whispered. His voice was raw, a low vibration against her side. His fingers dug deeper into the leather dashboard, his knuckles turning a bloodless white. "Get back in the driver's seat.""I'm not finished sewing you," she said, her voice dropping into a flat, dangerous stone."They have an armored SUV, Vance. If they ram us in this alley, the engine block is coming through your lap. Move."Vivian didn't argue. She snapped the nylon thread with her knife, leaving the last stitch loose, and scrambled back over the center console. The movement was tight, her hip br
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