“Ugh,” I sneer, annoyed with how happy he is about proving me wrong.

Pearson motors in between Xuiana and Midnight Saints, with only thirty if not a forty-five minutes walk separating the two. The rest of the drive is quiet, not Karla, Kingston or I say a word. When we finally arrive at the car dealers, I step out of the Uber, with Karla behind me, accidentally stepping on my foot.

“I'm so sorry.” she instantly blurts out, putting some distance between us. I've noticed that she's scared of me, despite letting me carry her earlier.

“No, it's fine.” I tell her, but she still doesn't desert the stunned look...