Delphinia leaned back in the black car's backseat, the engine's low hum making her feel a little sleepy. The leather seat under her felt cool and smooth, totally different from the warmth on her cheeks. She looked out the tinted windows, watching the busy city pass by in a blur of lights and tall buildings. Her heart was thumping, a mix of nerves and disbelief stirring inside.
She nervously played with her fingers, glancing toward the driver now and then. He was polite, his hands steady on the wheel. She let out a soft cough. "Um... I promise I won't take long," she said awkwardly, her voice small.
The driver, a man in his mid-forties with kind eyes and a faint smile, glanced at her through the rearview mirror and nodded. "Take your time, Mrs. Walton," he replied smoothly.
Mrs. Walton. That name again.
