The hum of the car's engine was the only sound between them for a while, until Ewan finally broke it.
"What's going on, Connor? What's Kael up to?" He faced the fellow who had pretended earlier, to be under Kael's instructions, mind wheels spinning.
If Connor wanted to betray him, there would have been a gun pointed to his head now. The wink too, back at the airport, had been… reassuring.
Meanwhile, Connor's grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale against the dark leather. His jaw flexed, and when he spoke, his voice was steady, but it carried an undercurrent of urgency.
