Aliya’s POV

We had been on the road now for two hours, and Nick hadn’t stopped trying to get under my skin. Taking a plane or the private jet would have been so much faster and easier, but I didn’t want Dad knowing about any of this, and Dano City didn’t have a terminal.

“Are we there yet?” Nick pestered me, like he had been doing for hours.

“You know, if you just shut your mouth, maybe we’ll get there faster,” I retorted.

“Chill, baby.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You know I can take the wheel if you’re tired,” he offered. I wanted to say no so...