VIOLET’S POV
Two hours into our drive, Tracy became restless shifting into her seat and I feared she might run the car over.
“If you plan on killing me, tell me now so I can brace myself for the hit.” I snapped not able to take it anymore.
She rolled her eyes at me, “I couldn’t kill you even if I tried and you know it but since you care so much, I’m hungry. So hungry I could die right now but I could also take you with me.”
Should have known. I thought to myself rolling my own eyes back at her. Tracy had a good amount of tolerance for a lot of things especially torture. The only thing she couldn’t was being hungry. She always mentioned how the sound of her stomach growling always had her thinking she was about to die and she hated it.
“There should be a restaurant up ahead.” I pointed
