Unknown Pov
The car hums quietly as it speeds down the winding road, the forest blurring into streaks of green and gray through the windows. In the back seat, Ciara lays slumped, her head rolling slightly with the car's movements. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, steady breaths, the sedative keeping her in a deep sleep.
Athena glances over her shoulder at the unconscious woman, her sharp features set in a mixture of curiosity and unease. Turning back to the man driving, she crosses her arms.
"You still haven’t told me what exactly you’re planning to do with her," Athena says, her voice low but edged with suspicion.
My hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel, my piercing eyes fixed on the road ahead. I don’t answer immediately, my jaw clenching as if weighing how much to share
