Saint:
The shadows under the bridge stretched out, wrapping around us in an embrace of darkness and secrecy. My pulse thundered steadily, echoing through my chest with a heavy rhythm. The entire drive had been torture—every stolen glance, every lingering silence amplifying the tension inside me, sharpening the sinister edges of my thoughts.
“Seats lay back?” I asked, my voice quiet but laced with something darker, something dangerous.
Kate’s eyes flashed in the dim interior, excitement glittering through her expression, utterly oblivious to the true nature of my question. “Yeah,” she replied eagerly, her breath shallow with anticipation. She hopped out, quickly opening the back door, eager fingers already tugging at the seat latches.
My heartbeat quickened, something dark and wicked un
