Delilah sat in the back seat of the car, her fingers moving swiftly over her phone screen as she typed, her mind racing faster than the vehicle weaving through the city streets.
She had been jotting down every detail of her encounter with the four families. How it had all started with her relationship with Conner and how her experience with him and his mom had made her seek vengeance on elite families.
The words came easily as she wrote, and at some point she had to stop and blink back her tears despite the ache in her heart and the lump that had formed in her throat as a result.
She was so absorbed in her writing that she didn't notice the glance the driver kept casting her way from time to time through the rearview mirror.
She barely registered the driver's voice when he spoke. "Miss, would you like a bottle of water?"
"Mmm?" She barely glanced up, her eyes still on the screen.
