━ Expressway, Meteor Hills ━
Scott was in the backseat, sitting far too calmly for someone in a car that was barreling down the expressway at over a hundred miles per hour—with zero control. The SUV had been hacked, brakes dead, steering shaky, and yet, he leaned back with one hand on his chin like he was just out for a drive.
"So it's not just me and your husband that want you dead, huh? (￢_￢)"
He glanced at the panicked woman in the driver's seat.
Then, he sighed.
"Is there anyone that actually likes you?"
Adira's grip tightened on the wheel.
Her knuckles were white, eyes sharp despite the cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
The car jolted as she swerved past a van.
"It's not what you're thinking—!"
She shouted as her eyes scanned the lanes ahead.
