Chapter 127 Car Ride

• The car ride was tense, with Angel sitting stiffly in the passenger seat of Jamal’s sleek black car. The interior smelled faintly of leather and his cologne, the combination making her acutely aware of how close he was. Jamal drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting casually on the center console, his hazel eyes focused on the road.
• “Relax,” he said, glancing at her briefly. “You’re safe now.”
• Angel folded her arms, her gaze fixed out the window. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her fidgeting hands betrayed her nerves.