Near the shelter, the window of a low-key black suv rolled opened to reveal a pair of deep eyes. When the van left, the window rolled back up and from the backseat came a calm order, "Drive home."
Kit was the designated driver for the day. Without delay he started the engine and on the road he said, "Alpha, I really didn't expect the situation to escalate like this. It was meant to be -"
"It doesn't matter. No one forced her to take dr*gs." Darius said without a hint of sympathy as he stared at his watch, counting each second before he reached home.
"Our plan wasn't like this though. She was supposed to be scared off.... Not get involved like this..."
For rational people like them drugs was a taboo. They would consciously reach out for it even when death is approaching.
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