Serena’s POV
I nodded as I sat down with my back against the jostling van. My wrist hurt as I rubbed it and laid back against the van.
The van moved along the road, groaning and wounding up the narrow mountain path as I looked around the van.
Silence filled the van as it was occasionally broken by the hum of the engine and the occasional move of the gravel under the tyres.
The man sitting close to me fiddled with a small knife, its blade glinting faintly in the low light.
His face was rugged with a scar running down one cheek like he was hardened by the life of crime.
There was an air of fatigue around him that made me want to break the silence and get something out of him.
“So… how often do you guys do this kind of work?” I asked with my voice cracking slightly while I tried to sou
