Niko doesn’t let me take anything from the room, he just drags me forward by the hand until we’re back at the car. He ignores Xavier calling after us, strides with grim determination to the passenger side, yanks the door open, and ushers me inside.
“Niko, what are you doing?” I ask, apprehension making my stomach turn.
No answer. He shuts the door with a hard snap and circles to the driver’s side. The engine growls to life, and we roll out of the Dragnov estate without anyone stopping us. Streetlights flicker awake one by one, and with each glow my anxiety swells. All I see of him is his side profile, sharp jaw, rigid mouth, eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Where are we going?” I press when I can’t take the pressure building in my chest. “Niko.” Louder this time. His silence gnaws at me, dis
