Trishal’s POV
“Remind me again why you are following us?"
"Because I'm me, and I'm special," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. I rolled my eyes at his response; his attitude reminded me of someone, though I couldn't quite remember who it was.
I shook off that train of thought and turned back to glare at Adrian, who was grinning mischievously in the back seat, clearly enjoying the reaction he got from me. It was an early Monday morning, and we were driving to the safe house, wherever that was.
"Seriously?" I turned to our driver, who had been secretly smiling at our banter. At this point, I would have thought he brought Adrian along just to get me pissed.
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his smile widening.
Adrian leaned forward, resting his chin on the back of
