Chapter 81

The stony silence enveloped the car painfully as Luca drove south, far, far south. Alissa and Michael were both sporting crossed arms glaring daggers at each other. The darkness of the night was starting to give way to day, their features lit up by the yellow street lamps at regular intervals and the sun not quite at the horizon. Luca rubbed his face, stretching his fingers from gripping the steering wheel for so long. 

“Have you two finished yet?” Luca snapped at the thick atmosphere.

“No.” Alissa sulked, clenching her jaw. 

“You could have told me,” Michael pouted. 

“And you could have kept your trap shut!” Alissa retorted, twisting in her seat.