Alara
Lucas’s eyes were dark, serious, as he motioned for me to get into the car. For a second, I hesitated, my hand gripping the cold metal of the car door. I could feel the tension radiating off him, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for whatever conversation was about to unfold. But there was no escaping this, not anymore. With a deep breath, I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
The silence between us was thick, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine as Lucas began driving. I didn’t dare speak first, unsure of what he’d say, but I could feel the weight of his gaze occasionally flickering toward me. My heart pounded, though I kept my face neutral.
“I hope,” Lucas started after what felt like an eternity, his voice low, “whatever you’re planning… it doesn’t end up b
