ANDRE
She has always been stubborn, always will be. She had forced her way into the car, maybe that isn't a prooer term. She has never been in a meeting with the rogues, so why start now?
The sturdy hum from the car engine fills the entire car, the slight rumbles distort our gazes as the car tears past the asphalt. Alec's gaze is sharp, I mean when has it been anything less?
He cradles his head with his hand, staring at the fleeting trees through the windows. His focus is piercing and doesn't waver for a second. I crane my head, my eyes falling toward Jasmine whose gaze is unusually sharp, replicating Alec's. Her face is stoic, expressionless, her jaw is taut as her back rests precariously on the chair.
I cough, trying to draw her attention but she doesn't budge, she doesn't even flinc
