Chapter 61

~Frey~

The van smelled of plush leather, nothing like the familiar masculine scent of Vaughn’s SUV or the comforting chaos in Daphne’s car. This one felt like an unfamiliar moving box, filled with quiet people, with only the radio's music filling the gaps. There’s a driver in front of us and another guy in the passenger seat; both of them were stoic, as if they were robots driving this van.

I sat