Sienna
THE FARTHER we drove from the city, the quieter the roads became.
I stayed in the back seat, watching the scenery shift from crowded intersections to long stretches of trees and private properties hidden behind gates. Marcus followed the navigation Nate had sent without questioning it, but after a while, even I realized the destination didn't match the image of someone stranded on the roadside.
The area was too secluded. Too expensive.
When the car finally slowed in front of a large estate surrounded by black iron fencing, my suspicion solidified immediately.
This wasn't Nate's place. It looked more like a family residence.
Marcus let out a short breath through his nose. "So his car 'broke down' at his parents' house."
I said nothing.
Through the windshield
