Andrew was stuck driving three "young adults" who acted more like sulky teenagers. The air in the car felt so stiff and awkward that he ended up cracking the window just to breathe.
"What are you doing? It's cold!" Matthew immediately complained, folding his arms.
"Bianca gave us a car with a heater. Use it like a sane person."
"Try being professional for once, Matthew," Andrew muttered, pushing his messy hair back in frustration and closing the window. "We need your cooperation on this mission."
"I could investigate this place alone. All of you would just get yourselves killed," Matthew shot back, smug as ever.
Dylan, trapped beside him, leaned away so hard he was practically glued to the door.
"Yeah? Keep talking like that and this village will become your funeral."
Matthew didn't miss a beat. "What did the loser say? Remember our bet?"
Dylan froze. The bet. Whoever lost had to obey the winner for three days.
