The sleek Eclipse sliced through the night, the tension inside palpable. Phoenix sat in seething silence, her arms crossed tightly. The hum of the engine was drowned out by the tumultuous exchange of glares.
"What gives you the right to manhandle me like that?" she snapped, her voice dripping with venom.
I kept my eyes on the road, my grip on the steering wheel tightening. "You left the bus. I'm merely providing a solution to your self-inflicted problem."
"Your solution is more like a kidnapping," she retorted, her frustration fueling the flames of her aggression.
"Call it what you want. You're not in a position to negotiate," I responded coolly, my eyes flickering to her defiant form.
Phoenix's temper flared. "I don't need your protection or your twisted sense of chivalry. Let me out
