Martin thought silently, but his mouth moved casually, "Have you eaten tonight?"
"I already did," Regina replied sullenly. She leaned back against the seat, watching the city lights blur past the window like fleeting shadows. "Take me back to the villa."
"Are you sure?" Martin glanced sideways at her. Right now, her face clearly showed resistance—an unspoken refusal toward Waldo, a deep unease about the villa.
"Yeah." Regina's voice was low, almost a whisper. "Either way, I have to go back..."
But she would leave there someday.
Even if that day was far, far away.
Martin watched her, the sorrow radiating from her like a shadow thickening in the night, making his brow tighten. Something must have happened tonight—something heavy enough to change her mind.
