[the instant the door clunks shut, kavinsky revs the engine. it still roars and gasps loud in the dark, despite the absence of normal energy transferences and transformations within the engine.

they pull away from the curb so sharply that ignacio feels it in his bones, the slap of force from the leather seat against his spine.]

Forest, sweetheart. The better to see in the dark. How Xistentia suiting your ancient vampire lord tastes? The peace and love kumbaya giving you your fucking migraine yet?