52: Devastating

“Where are we going?" I ask, putting on my seat belt.

He grips the steering wheel and shakes his head. "Where do you want to go? The only place left for you to go to is the bus station. If you want, I'll take you to the airport. Do I have to emphasize that you're in danger? That you're this close," he illustrates by keeping a tiny space between his thumb and forefinger, "to fucking all this up? Do you have a death wish?"

He's dodging me, I can sense it. "How does Sebastian know who I am, Devon? And why does he think I'm on Damien's side?"

He throws his head back so it's touching the head rest and breathes in deeply. He pinches the bridge of his nose and with his free hand, reaches into the inside of his coat for a pack of cigarettes. I reach for my own. If I don't smoke one, I feel like I'll fall apart.

He lights his, then frowns when he looks at me. "When did you start smoking?"

"You're purposefully dodging my question. You're hiding something, aren't you? Dammit, just tell me, Devon