Arya and Amaris sat in a taxi in absolute silence.
Even the taxi driver couldn't help but take a few glances when he noticed the tense atmosphere that surrounded the two outrageously beautiful people but was surprised to lock eyes with a set of blue eyes that seemed to flash red.
Frightened, he turned his gaze back on the road and concentrated on his driving, his hairy hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
The thought of retiring from the business suddenly seemed nice.
After flashing a warning gaze at the nosy driver, Amaris turned to face the girl that had ignored him since they left her school.
He had wanted to strike up a conversation with her but he sensed that she was very angry and he also felt responsible because he remembered that his arrogance had washed over him causing him to act inappropriately so he kept mum instead and turned to face the scenery outside the window with an inaudible sigh.
