Honey slumped back against the leather seat of The Velvet Room's private car, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape her chest. The driver thankfully kept silent as she struggled to catch her breath, to process what had just happened. Her world had just imploded in spectacular fashion.

"Same place as I picked you from?" the driver finally asked, his eyes meeting hers briefly in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, please. At the back again please." She managed, she couldn’t ...