The Disguised Protector

It was Elara who was driving.

She was rocking a sharp men's suit she'd clearly picked up from who-knows-where. Her left elbow propped against her cheek, right hand casually steering the wheel with effortless swagger.

Her short hair was a wild mess, and her face was so gorgeous it almost didn't seem real. She wore a blank look, but in her eyes flickered a hint of reckless nonchalance.

She shot Toby