War of Thieves

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Adriana snapped awake, her head and torso shooting up from the soft hotel bed. Sweat poured down the sides of her face despite the room temperature being set at a cool 18 degrees Celsius.

The glare of lightning flashed through the gaps in the drawn curtains like an army of paparazzi following a celebrity. The searing white light was followed three seconds later by a crackle and boom as the thunder rolled through the soupy black clouds outside. Huge raindrops splattered against the window in quick succession, tapping a random, irregular rhythm.

Her breathing came rapidly in great heaves at first. As she reoriented herself with the surroundings, she remembered where she was — and she remembered what was going on.

She propped herself up on both hands and glanced over at the digital clock. The blue numbers told her it was still early in the morning: 5:30 local time. How long have I been out?

Adriana slowed her breathing and regained her faculties. She’d been in Marseille for almost two days. Everything came rushing back now as consciousness retook its hold in her mind.

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