A frown was etched between Hunter's brows as he drove Delilah back home. She had let him drive her car, saying she wasn't in the mood to drive.
The cool evening air whispered through the slightly open window, but it did nothing to calm the storm in his mind. His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the thoughts that had plagued him all day. Delilah's plans, her schemes, and her unwavering determination to follow through with them had left him in a tangled web of emotions.
Should he tell her who he really was? Should he end this game now, before it spiraled further out of control? Or should he let everything unfold, waiting for her to come to her own conclusion? He didn't know. The longer he stayed silent, the more lost he felt, and the more dangerous it became.
Beside him, Delilah hummed softly to herself, her voice light and carefree. She seemed happy, almost content, as if she had already won whatever twisted game she was playing.