The Broken Promise

"We're having lunch," Arthur stated, his tone chillingly flat.

Clara stiffened, her gaze snapping from the unfamiliar streets outside the window to the front seat. "Stop the car."

He didn't touch the brakes. Through the rearview mirror, his dark, impenetrable eyes locked onto hers, daring her to flinch. The heavy tension in the luxurious cabin grew suffocating, thick enough to choke on.

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