CHAPTER SEVENTY

|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|

“Do you want me to pick you two up later?” the chauffeur’s eyes strayed to us through the rearview mirror and I'm forced to look up from the book in my hands.

My gaze intuitively flowed towards the dark-haired girl beside me as she worked her fingers through her voluminous curls that she surprisingly let down today, a black shade perched on the bridge of her nose.

“No, Idris.” She met his eyes. “Just send my car over. Des and I will head back home together. “Come on.” She said to me, leading us out of the car.

The car sped out of the parking lot in no time, leaving the two of us alone. My attention was fixated on the car awkwardly, watching it disappear into the busy streets of NocturneVille.

“You have barely spent five minutes with me and you have a book in your hand already.” Iris spoke up sarcastically.

My head snapped towards her, my eyes widening a fraction. “What? No! That's not true.”

“Isn't it?” she hit me with her best intimidating yet subtle