Awkward was the only word that truly captured the atmosphere inside the car as they drove toward Twenty Shot's place.
Damain sat in the back seat, leaning his head lightly against the window, his expression distant and bored. The city moved past them in blurred reflections, but his attention was elsewhere. He could feel it clearly, the weight of Loth's gaze fixed on him through the rearview mirror, cautious, curious, and laced with unease.
"Tell me about your previous master. What type of person was he?"
His voice cut through the silence without warning.
Loth flinched, her hands tightening around the wheel as the car swayed slightly to the left before correcting itself. She steadied her breathing and regained control quickly, but the tension in her posture lingered.
