LOCATION: PRIVATE TRAIN – OUTSIDE NEW EDEN

TIME: 9:33 p.m.

The carriage rattled beneath her boots.

Solene stood in the center of the moving train cabin not armored, not armed.

Bare skin. Black slip. Red heels.

The kind of look that said this is a trap… but only to those who didn’t know her name.

Lucien sat across from her.

Dark shirt. Sleeves rolled. No visible weapon.

But his mouth?

Sharp. Waiting.

“I didn’t agree to this,” he said, watching her pace.

Solene ...