The Wrong Ride

Genevieve POV

I kept my eyes fixed ahead and climbed into the passenger seat of the matte-black Lamborghini, pulling the butterfly door shut. Down the concrete ramp, the black Mercedes still idled aggressively near the garage entrance, its high beams cutting through the dim subterranean gloom. Cassian had vanished for three full days without leaving so much as a single word. My stubborn pride ref