Manhattan didn’t ask questions. That was why Sarah Cameron liked it.
The city swallowed people whole and never bothered to check what they were running from. Old money, new blood, supernatural whispers, buried sins — it all blended into the same glittering blur once the lights came on. Sarah stood near the edge of a rooftop bar in SoHo, glass sweating in her hand, the skyline stretching endlessly in front of her like a dare.
She looked untouched. Perfect hair. Designer dress. The kind of girl people assumed had never bled for anything in her life.
They were wrong.
Her phone buzzed once in her palm — a notification she didn’t check. Gossip Girl, probably. Or worse, someone who actually knew her. She ignored it, eyes drifting instead to the crowd around her. Strangers laughing too loud. Someone watching her a little too closely. Someone who might recognize her… or think they did.
Sarah shifted, posture casual, but her instincts sharpened. Manhattan was safer than the Outer Banks, but safety had never meant harmless.
“Do you always stare at the skyline like it owes you something,” she said suddenly, not turning as she spoke — voice light, edged with something unreadable. “Or is tonight just one of those nights?”
She finally glanced sideways, eyes catching whoever had drifted too close to her orbit.
A slow, knowing smile followed.
“Either way,” she added, lifting her glass slightly, “you might as well keep me company.” @ggstarterblog
