Emily’s POV
We need to talk.
Nobody should say those three words because they mean danger.
I straightened in my seat, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “Okay,” I said carefully. “About what?”
Ilay didn’t look at me right away. His gaze stayed on the road, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. “About us.”
I laughed softly—awkward, a little nervous. “Us? What about us?”
He exhaled through his nose, trying to calm himself down. He wasn’t like Jin, who said the first thing that came to his mind. Ilay cared if he hurt me, and that made my stomach drop.
“This isn’t working, Emily,” he said finally.
The words hung between us, heavy and sharp.
I blinked. “What?”
He glanced at me, just once, before looking back at the road. “You heard me.”
“No, I—Ilay, what are you even talkin
