And as he stopped the car and jacked out, he took a look at what the assault had done to the limo. Shards of glass littered the seat and floor, tiny odd-shaped fragments that weren’t sharp but stuck to flesh like large sand grains. The air in the car reeked of blood iron, so strong that Jonathon could almost taste it. Splatters of blood soaked the seat and the floor under Grids.