Namara's POV:

“Hey!” I called out, raising my hand to wave at the first yellow cab that approached. It slowed, pulled over with a hiss of brakes, and the window rolled down.

“Where to?” The driver asked, peering at me over the rim of his glasses.

“Vellex Pack.” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “The main border entrance should be fine to start.”

He quoted a price which was higher than I expected, but everything felt expensive tonight. “That’s fine.” I replied, ...