The tinted windows let you see out, but nobody could see in from the outside.
Ella couldn’t see David, but she could feel his cool, watchful gaze on her and Atlas. It was like he was right there, even if she couldn’t spot him.
Why was he here, all of a sudden?
She turned to Atlas. “Atlas, it’s late. I should get back to my dorm.”
Atlas grinned. “Alright. I’ll come find you next time.”
He slid into his Ferrari, and with a burst of speed, the car disappeared down the street.
Ella stood there a moment, watching him go, then made her way out to the waiting Rolls-Royce.
She pulled open the back door and climbed in.
The car glided onto the road, smooth and silent. Inside, David’s hands were steady on the wheel, his fingers long and elegant. The city lights danced across the spotless glass, painting shadows across his sharp, handsome face. It looked like something out of an old black-and-white movie.
Ella broke the silence first. “Did you want something?”
David’s voice was deep, yet distant. “Are you really with Atlas now?”
Ella nodded. “Yeah.”
“You two aren’t right for each other.”
“Why not?”
“Do you honestly think the Moore family would ever accept you? They want someone from their own world, a perfect match. You’ll never get through their front door. To Atlas, you’re just a fling.”
He’d always looked down on her, and he probably didn’t even realize how much his words could sting.
“Then I’ll just be a fling.”
He stared at her. “What?”

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