Despite the ultra modern exterior of the train, the inside was a gorgeous art deco style, something that harkened back to 1920s glamour. But it was sleek and clean. Gilded accents created geometric shapes along the walls and doors.
Leo held the sliding door for me as I walked into a cabin.
“Welcome home, Bunny.” Spencer beamed as she gestured to the stacked bunk beds. Unlike a usual sleeper train, they were full-sized beds. A bit more luxurious than I was expecting.
Along with the beds was a plush green U-shaped couch with a little card table at its center. The lush velvet matched the emerald green walls of the cabin perfectly.
But as I stood at the center of our cabin, the train horn blew down the platform and the gears underneath us lurched forward.
My throat tightened as I watched the platform moving past our window, it was slow first. Enough that I could have jumped off the vestibule and sprinted out of here, maybe fast enough to escape my captors.
Wherever we were headed was going to be a long trip, otherwise there wouldn’t have been beds. And that was enough to make my heart race.
As if on cue, the train rocketed forward. It picked up unimaginable speed.
I grasped the post of the beds, trying to steady myself for what I was certain would be a hit of velocity that would force me to the ground.
It never came.
“Is this a fucking bullet train?” Everything was clicking in my mind. I’d seen pictures of bullet trains, sleek and meant to minimize drag. And this was starting to feel exactly the same.
“Yes.” Dom answered as she shoved her suit jacket into a small closet near the door.
My mind tried to keep up. The whole thing was insane. A bullet train in America had always seemed like a pipedream. But one buried under a small town, used by a secret organization that killed rapists…
What world was I even living in?
Questions rolled into my mind faster than a tsunami.
Looking between Leo and Spencer, I picked one. “Is anyone else on the train?”
Leo shrugged. “Not sure, Princess.”
“Where are we going?” I pressed.
With a wink, Spencer flopped herself onto the couch. “To Delphi, babe.”
Rolling my eyes, I huffed. I hated it when they played games like this. I was one of them and even then, I couldn’t get a single real answer out of either of my angels.
Dom reached into her pocket as her phone rang. Swiping right on the call, she put the cell to her ear and moved through our cabin to the opposite door and slipped out.
Once she was gone, Spencer got comfortable on the couch as Leo sank into one of the beds.
Outside the windows, gray tunnels whipped past. Any moment now, I hoped the concrete would break and open up to a view of the moonlight mountains of New York.
“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s all underground so there won’t be a view, darlin’.” Leo watched me closely, my shoulders dropping as she read my mind. “Wouldn’t be very secret if a bullet train was flying through corn fields in Nebraska, would it?”
“Right.” I clicked my tongue as I looked around the small cabin.
“Try and get some rest, Bunny.” Spencer patted her chest, a perfect resting spot for god knew how many hours we had ahead of us.
How fast do bullet trains even go?
I was tempted to slip into Spencer’s grasp, let her cradle my body and put me to sleep. I’d smell her fresh scent in my dreams.
But I felt my leg tapping, too anxious to lay down. All of this was too new, too unknown to be able to shut off my racing mind.
Shaking my head, I looked at the door leading to the rest of the train. The one Dom had disappeared through. “I think I’m going to go for a walk.”
