THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Sera leaned against the passenger door, silent as Lucian drove. She sat rigid, every sense sharp-listening to the engine's purr, the wind whistling past the windows, still waiting for him to say where they were headed.
What if he's taking me somewhere to finish it? The thought coiled cold in her gut, and she shook her head, lips pushing into a pout. He said he'd wait until my sight comes back... but he lied once already. Murder would be easy for a man like him.
Confusion tangled with fear as she scolded herself under her breath, slapping her cheeks lightly-turned away from him, so she thought he wouldn't notice.
The car jerked to a sudden stop.
She jolted as his hand touched her shoulder. "W-Why?!" She yelped, heart hammering against her ribs. She'd been picturing him reaching for a knife.
Lucian froze, his brow furrowing at the terror in her eyes. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, warm with worry.
