Ivan
"You're still upset," Nefera glances at me in the dark.
"I'm not upset," I reply, keeping my tone even.
"You remember that I can feel your emotions, right?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "So I brought her with us."
"Nefera, that isn't the problem," I snap, and she sighs, crossing her arms. "We can't trust her."
"Yes, we can," she argues.
The same argument we've had for the entire drive.
How could she let Jessica out?
"Ivan, baby, would you trust me?" Nefera pleads.
"I just don't understand how the two of you are buds now."
"We're not," She rolls her eyes. "I hate her."
"You have a funny way of showing it," I grumble.
"I hate her because she had you," Nefera pokes her fingers against the window. "She couldn't take care of you. That bothers me."
"You're still not convincing me on how this is a good idea," I let go of the wheel for a second.
"We both can agree she's smarter than us,"
