The dark car moved quietly down the long road, with its tinted windows revealing only their shadows. Isla sat in the back seat with Dante, whose strong presence made the small space feel even smaller. He hadn't told her where they were going, he only said that she should dress nicely. She wore a long silk dress that hugged her body, it was a choice he made without even consulting her. She felt like a doll, that was dressed up and put on display, but she knew better than to argue.
"You won't say much," Dante finally said, with his voice quiet yet sounding firm. He glanced at her, with a dark warning in his eyes. "Watch closely, pay attention and learn."
Her hands tightened in her lap, while digging her nails into her palms. "So, I'm just supposed to be a pretty decoration who doesn't speak?"
