Without waiting for any further comments, Victoria stepped out of the car. Her tear-streaked face, once the picture of vulnerability, quickly morphed into a smug, knowing smirk as she shut the car door behind her with a soft thud.
She then began walking silently down the dimly lit street, her eyes trailing Jamaila from a distance like a predator observing its prey.
Those fools of brothers, she thought, rolling her eyes inwardly. They didn't even have the guts to accompany me, claiming this street is too dangerous. Instead, they'd rather cower in the car like children. Cowards. A low chuckle escaped her lips.
She tightened her grip on her bag and kept walking, her footsteps soundless against the pavement.
"What exactly are you hoping to find out about Jamaila?" came a sudden whisper close to her ear.
Startled, Victoria flinched slightly but relaxed when she recognized the voice.
