Chapter 63: Taken Away
Giselle Frost drove with flawless precision. Even at high speed the ride stayed smooth, never once jolting the passenger into alarm. In what felt like no time at all the sleek sedan had left the city limits behind, the skyline shrinking in the rear-view mirror.
Elias Kane tilted his head slightly and stole his eighteenth furtive glance at her.
The next instant Giselle turned, sea-blue eyes locking onto him. "If you have something to say, say it."
He had thought his movements were subtle. They weren't. Every single glance had been caught in her peripheral vision.
Elias startled, then sat ramrod straight like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, pretending nothing had happened.
Giselle's tone remained flat. "Not going to speak?"
She faced forward again, gaze fixed on the road.
If he refused to talk, she would not coax him. He was not worth the effort.
