Abyss.
“You’ve got a gun and two bodyguards. I don’t even recognize you right now!”
I laughed softly, almost tender. “That’s fair. But you will. In time.”
The car smelled faintly of leather and her perfume. I reached into the console, pulled out the small aerosol can I’d prepared earlier. A light mist odorless, fast-acting. Just enough to make the world soft and distant.
I sprayed it once into the air. The two guards in front immediately pressed handkerchiefs to their noses, breathing through the fabric.
Isabelle didn’t notice. She was too busy fighting, twisting, kicking at the door, shouting my name like it could save her.