~~Claire~~
It feels like we’ve been driving for hours.
The city lights have faded behind us, replaced by empty streets and the eerie quiet of the suburbs at night.
I shift in my seat, my knee bouncing in impatience.
“We should’ve been there by now,” I mutter, staring at the road ahead. “Can’t you go any faster?”
“I’m going as fast as I should,” Daniel, my house’s head of security, says, his hands steady on the wheel.
“A little bit faster won’t kill you.”
“No. But if we get pulled over, we’re not going to get to our destination any sooner.”
I let out a groan, throwing my head back against the seat. He’s right. I know he’s right. But I still want to reach over and shove his foot down on the accelerator.
I don’t even know why I feel this insane urgency. Shantelle isn’t going anywher
