Matilda drove in silence, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel as the city lights blurred past. Nico sat in the front passenger seat, keeping his gun within reach. Sable sat in the back, arms relaxed, his expression unreadable. He looked like a man completely in control, despite the fact that Matilda had a gun trained on him just minutes ago.
She wasn’t fooled.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” Sable said, breaking the silence.
Matilda smirked. “I haven’t decided if you need to know yet.”
Sable chuckled, but there was no amusement in it. “You’re still trying to figure out if you should kill me.”
Nico shot him a glance. “She wouldn’t have brought you this far if she already made that decision.”
Matilda didn’t respond. She was still assessing him. He had let her
