The BMW M4 Competition tore across the New York highway like a bolt of lightning. Inside the car, the chilled AC air mingled with the sweat on Mercy's skin and the lingering scent of Lily's perfume, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. Mercy's hands gripped the steering wheel with a lethal, effortless grace.
Sarena was the one to break the silence. "Your lives are so adventurous, aren't they? Spirits, demons... and here I am, just terrified of a doll."
Lily flashed a mischievous smile. Brushing her hair back, she replied, "Adventure isn't just found in spirits, Sarena. The real adventure lies in the games of the flesh. Besides, you're so beautiful—surely there's a boyfriend? Or do you live a 'fast and furious' life like mine?"
