“Oh, Little Rory.”
The playful voice echoed around him, making him slow down a bit. His eyes grew wide as he felt his spine tingle. He felt cold sweat run down his forehead, hearing it so close to him.
“What the! You’re still alive.”
He wouldn’t be inside the car now, would he? Was what he thought, plus there was no place for that person to hide or was he also wrong about that. This is all he could think of as he tried to find where the voice was coming from.
“Don’t speak, just think of what you want to say and concentrate on your driving.” Zamiel says.
That made him look straight at the road once again. Good thing there were no other cars were on the road that time.
“How are you doing this?” He asks.
Feeling the lump of his throat from not knowing what was happening. Had he done so
