Chapter 85 Roaring Fire (2)
- There was an unending smell in the air. It forced itself way deep into his nostrils and possibly into hers.
- It was sharp. Pungent. It was…
- “Fuel…?” As the tires of the car rolled over the graveled road, past the towering building and under the moon's lights, Tony, helpless to the smell he inhaled, muttered with an arched eyebrow.