Drogo slid into the driver's seat, the engine rumbling under his hands. Karen settled in beside him, calm and unbothered, as though nothing in the world could shake her. For a long moment, neither spoke.
The quiet stretched, heavy and almost tense.
Finally, Drogo's voice cut through. "Are there any precautions… or dangers when you use that… experimental form of yourself?"
"Now you ask questions normally?" Karen raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, what happened to the gun? That made things more… entertaining. Fulfills my little masochistic fantasies."
Drogo didn't answer. He kept his eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel.
Minutes passed in silence, the car gliding through the outskirts of the city.
BASH!
A massive impact tore through the side of the car. The metal screamed as the glass shattered. Drogo's hands jerked on the steering wheel, the vehicle spinning wildly.
