LILA'S POV
His car pulled into a penthouse garage, the modern space making a light sound with the soft hum of the engine as it came to a stop. The moment the car was parked, he turned to face me, his eyes cold, calculating, a silent command in his gaze. He nudged his head toward the door, an unspoken threat hanging in the air. "Step out," he ordered. It wasn't a request. It was a promis, if I didn’t move, he’d make me.
And after the incident with the knife just minutes ago, I didn’t need to think twice. Stubborn as I might be, I wasn’t foolish enough to test him again.
I slid out of the car, the door clicking shut behind me with a finality that made my heart race. He locked it without a glance, then turned, heading toward the entrance. I followed, my footsteps echoing in the silence be
