Jared's POV
The drive felt endless. The only sounds in the car were the occasional hum of the engine and Asher's steady breathing. I kept glancing at the rearview mirror, half-expecting Xaden's men to come chasing after us, but the road behind us stayed empty.
Didn't mean we were safe.
I still didn't trust Kai. Not one damn bit. He was too calm, too cocky, like he knew something we didn't. And that silver pendant—whatever it was—had scared Xaden's men enough to make them back off. But why?
I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. "Where the hell are we going?"
Kai barely looked up. "Somewhere safe."
"That's not an answer," I snapped.
He smirked. "And yet, it's the only one you're getting."
Zina shifted in the backseat, tightening her grip on Asher. I could feel her eyes on me, silently telling me to drop it. But I couldn't. Not when we had no idea who this guy really was.
