ALDRIC’S POV
Being separated from her for the drive was not an option. So, when she and Galina both demanded they have their own transportation because I held them against their will last time, we came to a compromise. Not so much a compromise as me agreeing to let Bree drive us in her piece of crap car.
“I am not trying to be rude, but this thing needs to be driven off a cliff,” I shout to the front, hoping they can hear me over the grumbling muffler.
“Hey,” she snaps back; clearly, I have hit a sore subject, evident by the crinkling of her forehead and the crispness of her voice, “I didn’t have things handed to me. Do you have any idea how hard I had to work and what I had to go without to be able to buy this piece of crap?” Her body straightens just a bit as she leans to the right
