But I did not respond. I could not.
My hands trembled slightly as I carefully and deliberately placed my phone back in my bag.
Tyler was completely concentrated on the road, his face unreadable and his grasp on the wheel tight.
I bit my lip and looked out the window, the city lights blurring into streaks as we rushed past them.
His voice pierced the silence, smooth and low yet piercing through the tension like a razor. "Aren't you going to ask where we're headed?"
I hesitated, my voice seizing in my throat as I attempted to speak. "Where?"
He smirked, his eyes glinting as he flicked them at me. "Doesn't look like home, does it?"
"No, it doesn't," I murmured, unable to control the sarcasm in my tone. "So… "Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
The mysterious response m
