Desiree

“Down the block she could see the lights of a restaurant she’d been to a couple of times. Top. They had the best tortilla soup, and she often got it to go. It was one of the few things she missed about this place. Her tummy grumbled at the thought, but the freaking demon hadn’t been nice enough to leave her with some cash. Top was her touchstone in reorienting herself on the plane. It was half a block to Sundance Square. It felt like she was moving through a dream. It was all familiar, but no longer hers.”
― Lexi Blake, Bound