23. AT THE BAR WITH HIM

THE NIGHT was young by the time we left. Only the two of us. Callan was driving in the back seat while I sat beside him in the passenger seat.

It was too impossible to be in this situation. I lost count of how many times I had glanced beside me to just get a glimpse of Callan and tried to decipher his mood.

Where are we going?

And I thought he couldn’t leave the mansion all by himself. Turns out he has the freedom to do what he wants. He was not a prisoner to the rules of their organizations.

As I gazed at Callan, he was grasping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road. For the past fifteen minutes, he refused to talk to me even if I already tried my best to snatch his attention and make him look at me for longer than 3 seconds.

If he’s not gonna talk to me and would keep acting like he hated me and the rest of the world, then why am I here?

I cleared my throat and mumbled. “Why did you let me go with you, Callan? Where are we heading?”

Beside us, the streets were filled with tre