Sienna's eyes sharpened:
"As for the two days of uninterrupted sleeping…" Phei's smile widened. "Sorry, Sienna. I lied."
The room went still.
Sienna's face became terrifyingly blank.
"You dare lied to me?"
Phei nodded solemnly. "Yes."
The temperature of the hall seemed to drop.
"You want to die that much, huh," she said.
Before Phei could answer, a sound tore through the hall; a guttural roar so deep and predatory.
The polished floor vibrated faintly as the far doors opened, and a midnight-colored beast slid into the hall beneath the black-silver lights.
A PcLaren 750S wrapped like a gift.
Not in childish ribbons or ridiculous paper, but in sleek black satin bands crossed with silver and violet accents, the bow laid low across the hood like a ceremonial mark. The car glided forward with impossible smoothness, its headlights sharp and pale, its body painted in a midnight shade so deep it looked like it had been carved from the space between stars.
