The atmosphere inside the truck was anything but bright.
Abigail sat stiffly, her expression dark. No matter how many times she replayed it in her head, she still couldn't believe she had just been extorted for money, by Adam of all people.
The image she had formed of him before today didn't match the reality at all, and that mismatch irritated her more than she cared to admit.
Adam, on the other hand, sat casually against the truck's interior despite his wretched state.
Dried blood stained his armor, his injuries were obvious, and yet he looked completely at ease.
He didn't spare the heir a second thought. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with what he had done.
Abigail wasn't going to contribute anything meaningful by tagging along anyway.
Adam already suspected what she suspected.
Her presence only meant one thing, more people he'd have to look after if things went south.
