"We should probably get going," Tryson said, excitement lacing his voice.
Without another word, he turned towards the car, started the engine, and then—knowing full well that Angel's gaze was on him—flashed a playful smile.
Angel quickly looked away, her heart fluttering as she focused on the road ahead instead.
"I wonder where you're taking me," she mused, her voice calm but laced with curiosity.
This time, she turned back to meet Tryson's gaze.
He simply smiled, his eyes holding a secret. "You'll see," he teased.
Angel let out a soft sigh and turned her attention to the window, watching as streetlights flickered past, illuminating the road ahead. The quiet hum of the car mixed with the steady rhythm of her thoughts.
No matter what had happened, this moment—this escape—felt right. She deserved this. She deserved happiness.
But despite the warmth settling in her chest, a shadow of worry crept in.
Arthur.
