(Elara)
The car engine purred in the silence. Damon had not said a word to me since we left the safehouse.
Camila sat beside me in the backseat with her earbuds in, staring out the window like she couldn’t wait to be out of this mess. I could tell it was just an act, though. She kept glancing at the rearview mirror or rather at Damon like she was waiting for something to go wrong.
And honestly, I didn't blame her.
Sera was in the front passenger seat. Her legs were crossed neatly and arms folded, her eyes were fixed on the road ahead like she owned it. Her presence filled the entire car and it was suffocating in that silent way only people who know they’re dangerous can manage.
I hated how gathered she looked. How familiar she seemed in Damon’s world. Like she knew things about him th
