Ivan’s POV

Illya’s voice rang as the car drove down the road. My gaze was fixed on the window trying to control my straying thoughts

The city moved past in a blur beyond the tinted window, but my attention wasn’t on the view. My reflection stared back at me instead, a bored expression hung on my face which was different from what I felt inside. This restlessness I couldn't really understand.

Illya’s voice continued to drift from the front seat, his tone was steady as he ...