*Olivia*
The dark of the limo provided scant protection from the unseen enemies outside. I huddled close to Dahlia on the dark leather seat, and she drew herself just as closely into me, as though we could protect each other from such a threat. My hands hadn't stopped shaking since she told me about the note. I kept pinching myself, hoping I'd wake up in Paris, back before my life had come crashing in.
My arm was going black and blue.
Dom sat in the back with us instead of the front like usual, and I could see his hand hovering near his gun. I wanted to be comforted by his presence, by the warm weight of Dahlia against my side, but I couldn't quite chase the fear away.
Receiving a note myself had been terrifying, but knowing they managed to get someone so close to Dahlia again without
