Hunter continued to drive. I was upset about what he just said earlier but it seemed like he didn’t give a s**t about my mood. He only told me he was hungry and that he needed a companion to eat a late-night dinner to which I’m not interested in. Yes, I’m also starving, but not to point of forgetting my annoyance.
I’m not that simple.
“So, how’s Lewis?” Hunter asked.
I tore my gaze out of the window. It’s getting bored staring at nothing but the blurry side of the road. “I’m sure you know how’s Lewis doing,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. Hunter’s not going to fool me anymore. I’m positively sure he’s keeping tabs on the Viotto group. He couldn’t have escaped them this fast if he didn’t have eyes on them.
“That’s not what I mean,” he said, snickering. “What do you think o
