The car came to a smooth halt, the engine's low hum fading into the quiet night.
Yvienna unbuckled her seatbelt without sparing him a single glance. The metallic click echoed louder than it should have in the confined space. She didn't even wait for him to walk around and open the door like a proper gentleman. She pushed it open herself.
A heavy sigh filled the car.
She ignored it.
She was still irritated. Irritated at the way he dodged questions. Irritated at how he always smirked instead of explaining. Irritated at how he refused to tell her the truth — as if she were someone too fragile to handle it.
The night air brushed against her bare arms, cool and slightly scented with damp soil and blooming flowers. Somewhere nearby, crickets sang in soft rhythm.
A phone rang behind her.
