Lyra’s POV

The first part of the journey was strangely quiet. Both of us made an unspoken agreement not to exchange words as the car drove over the road that steadily grew more lonely.

Boredom stretched, my only entertainment and the breaks I got from the silence was from the radio playing.

And well, him.

The quiet concentration in his face, decades of expertise behind the wheel as his veiny hands maneuvered through every mile.

Several times, I had to remind myself that this ...