Chapter 170

*LORENZO* I pulled over in front of a restaurant. I felt hungry in spite of the cheese sandwich Magda made for me back at that house. Danica is asleep. I waited for a moment to see if she’d wake now that the car had come to a standstill. Under the glow from the halogen lights in the car park, she looked serene and ethereal, the curve of her translucent cheeks, her dark lashes splayed out above them, and the stray lock of hair from her plait that curled beneath her chin. I contemplated letting her sleep but decided I couldn’t leave her alone in the car. “Danica,” I whispered, and her name was a prayer. I was tempted to stroke her cheek, but I resisted and whispered her name once more. She woke with a gasp and a wide -eyed start, looking frantically around her. When her eyes met mine, she stilled. “Hey. It’s me. You’ve been asleep. I want something to eat, and I need the loo. Do you want to come with me?” She blinked several times, her long lashes fluttering over expressive but unfocused