Lisa's POV

“Lucien.” He sighed, knuckles white against the steering as it strained under the force of his grip.

“Lucien? Who’s Lucien?”

“No one you need to worry about, Lisa. Don't ask too many questions… Just let me concentrate.”

This was not the time to sulk or be petty, and I felt cooperative, so I leaned back in my seat, watching the eyes that surrounded us. We were on a highway, with both sides of the road filled with trees. The eyes occupied the front of the trees ...