Chapter 252 Tessa

• The transition from the boutique to the void was a jagged line of sensory fragments. There was the rough bite of a wool blanket against her cheek, the rhythmic hum of high-end tires on asphalt, and the distant, muffled sound of a man speaking into a headset.
• When the heavy fog in her brain finally cleared, the first thing Tessa realized was that she was no longer moving.
• She was lying on a bed that felt like a cloud. The sheets were silk, cold and expensive against her skin. She sat up too fast, the room tilting on its axis.