I wasn’t told where we were going.
That should have bothered me more than it did.
But after the last few days, I was starting to realise something—Luca didn’t explain things. He decided them.
And I followed.
“Where are we going?” I asked anyway, staring out the window as the city slowly faded into something quieter, more isolated.
He didn’t answer straight away.
Then, “Somewhere important.”
That didn’t help.
My stomach tightened slightly. “That doesn’t tell me anything.”
“It doesn’t need to.”
Of course it didn’t.
I exhaled slowly, leaning back into the seat. The silence settled again, but this time it felt… different. Anticipation. Tension. Like something was waiting for me at the end of this drive.
Something big.
The car eventually slowed, turning through large iron gates tha
