Sofia

The car hadn't even come to a full stop before I was fumbling for the handle.

"Sofia, wait..." Luca's voice came through but I couldn't wait, I couldn't breathe.

I shoved the door open and scrambled out, my heels scraping against the pavement. The metallic taste of the Iron Circle, the smell of cheap cigars, and fresh blood all stuck in my throat, coating my tongue like poison.

I ran. I didn't care that I looked insane, a girl in a scandalous red dress sprinting through the grand ...