She finally smiled at me, the expression looking almost predatory. “This is perfect.” She grabbed her purse. “Come on.”
Together, we walked out to her car, and she insisted that she would be the one driving. Not in the mood to argue, I let her take the wheel, and she drove us to the restaurant of her choice.
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Veronica pulled over, and as we got out of the car, I noticed a woman leaning against the bonnet of her car, her glare shifting from me to Veronica. Veronica halted, sensing the tension, and stared back at her. “Do you know her?” she asked me, suspiciously.
I shook my head, though my stomach churned with unease. Lyra, clearly understanding our conversation, crossed the distance between us with purposeful strides. She stood right in front of me, her eyes blazing with a
