Chapter 82

His phone beeps, and he pulls it out to deal with whoever is contacting him, nose down as he reads the illuminated screen in the now-dark interior. All his vehicles have heavily tinted windows, making it feel like we are in a box or a roomy coffin. This one has a screen between us, and the driver slides it up slowly as the engine starts. They can also feel the negative vibes between us and get out of the firing line.

Alexi presses his phone screen and slides it to his ear as we set off, moving down in his seat to adjust his sitting position more casually, untypically lounging, which showcases how tired he is, while I sit stiff and upright and straight as a board. I cannot conceal how much I don’t want to be in a vehicle with him. It’s written all over me for anyone to see.

“We just landed. She’s not dead, no. You will be happy to know she did the smart thing and slept the whole way home.” I feel his eyes on me and turn with a nasty scowl, meeting that smug prick expressi