AylaThe further we drove from the garage, the more the night seemed to go bad around us.At first it was only a shift at the edges of things, some subtle wrongness in the air that sat uneasily on the skin and would not quite let itself be named. But as the miles slipped by and the streets grew meaner, emptier, more neglected, that feeling thickened into something I could taste. Lucas had the window cracked, perhaps for the wolves more than for me, and what came in through it did not feel like night air at all. It felt used. Spoiled. Dense with things that should have dispersed long ago but had instead clung stubbornly to brick, iron, broken concrete and one another.Old blood came first, rust-rich and stale. Then sex, not in any warm or private sense, but the used, overhandled stink of bodies worked too hard in filthy places. Beneath that came petrol, cheap chemicals, rotting food, urine, damp mould and a rank, animal heat that seemed to rise not from any one body but from the whole
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