Chapter 54 Doesn't It Get Tiring?

• Becca’s POV
• The drive stretched in silence, tension sitting between us like a loaded gun. I watched the city pass in flashes—gray buildings, blurred figures, neon signs flickering in the early morning haze. I had no idea where Alessio was taking me, and I hated that. I hated him.
• I clenched my fists in my lap, keeping my gaze out the window. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or do I have to guess?”