[Adelaide Knowles]
I don't know what is happening. I can recognize any route to Vespera anytime but what I can't recognize at this moment is who the man seated beside me, cold, dominating, ruthless in all his hard glory is. His face is bluntly expressionless. His left-hand steers the wheels with precision and the other constantly rubs his thumb across his lips.
I was sure he had come to work today wearing a suit jacket but right now, it was just his shirt with a few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos which are emboldened on his skin. He narrowed his eyes a little, “You’re ogling a little too much, muffin.” he said in a gruff tone and I immediately caught myself doing just that.
I don't bother asking the reason why we are going to the place where I
