Ninety: The Hybrid Curse.

ELIANA.

Ivan's hands gripped the steering wheel as he zoomed across the highway. The car was awfully quiet and every second that passed drew slower and slower while my heart pounded louder and louder in my chest.

I gazed out of the windows, in search of anything other than this deafening silence because it forced me to confront the million things that were racing through my mind. I didn’t want that. Not now.

Now, all I wanted to do was find Denver and know that he was safe.

I wanted nothing more at that moment. The car jerked forward, turning into the junction that brought us closer to the Hadder Highway but it was still like half an hour away. A hard lump slipped down my throat.

I couldn’t survive the quiet for that long. So I turned to my right, and there was my Grandma who had persistently argued her way into following us. Throughout the ride, I noticed her hands never left mine.

They clamped over my fingers with a steady grip and each time I looked at her, she had that comforting