"Thank you for showing up in such a short notice, Viel," I said as I buckled my seatbelt. My heart was still hammering from the thrill of escaping Malachi that I could literally feel the rhythmic beating against my lungs. The heated seat of Viel's car felt nice and warm against my back that I wanted to just sink into it and sleep. I didn't, though.
"Not a problem, Kaylene," he replied, turning the car to the 25th street. "I just got off work when I received your message." As usual, his posh English accent had me listening all ears and staring at him while he spoke. He gave me a quick glance and ventured his eyes back to the road.
Gosh. I hope he didn't catch me gawking at him, I thought as I averted my eyes. A warm blush flooded my cheeks. An awkward silence ensued. My mind whirled as
