"Yes, Mason!" Gustavo Yates responded with enthusiasm, turning the steering wheel.
Aurelia Shaw felt the atmosphere in the car change, suddenly tensing up, as if something hot-blooded was rapidly pulsating within her heated veins.
She asked Mason Nightshade, "Where are we going?"
Mason glimpsed her reddened eye corners again, his heart aching in knots, his voice involuntarily laced with a cold killing intent, "To catch the one who hurt you."
So they found them this quickly?
The car sped on, but it would take some time to reach their destination.
Mason twisted open a bottle of water, "Remove the makeup from your face."
"With just this?" Aurelia raised an eyebrow, looking at the makeshift bottle in his hand.
"What else do you need?" Mason frowned; he didn't understand the myriad jars and bottles women used, though he had seen her use something special to remove makeup.
"Where's my bag?" Aurelia said helplessly.
Mason handed her bag over to her.
