Ilya pulled the car over abruptly, right there on the forest road, and killed the engine. The road was empty, a quiet stretch leading toward the small town market barely five hundred meters ahead.
Night had already settled; most shops in the town would be closing by now, and people were likely heading home. Out here, though, there was no one....just a silent lane with a few dim overhead streetlights, and the faint glow of the market lights in the distance.
"Why are we stopping here?" Adele asked.
But, Ilya just glared at her blues with his reds orbs, in the mirror, then climbed out of the driver's seat, walked around to her door, and yanked it open. He looked at her grimly.
"Get out." He roared.
"Excuse me?"
"I said get out." Ilya's voice was low and dangerous, this time.
Adele stared at him for a moment, then slowly climbed out of the car, clutching her purse. "Mr. Vale, this is highly inappropriate—"
