Avanaya grumbled under her breath as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her eyes focused on the winding road lit only by dim streetlights and the occasional passing car. The night breeze rustled the trees lining the street, whispering secrets she had no interest in hearing. The air smelled of damp earth and exhaust, a mix she had grown accustomed to on these late-night drives.
"You know, I could have just blinked us there," Eryx said from the passenger seat, leaning lazily against the window, his foot propped up on the dashboard like he didn't have a care in the world. His tone was light, but the impatience in his voice was unmistakable. "This whole human-moving-box ordeal is so… primitive."
Avanaya shot him a sharp glance, her eyes narrowing before she returned her attention to the road. "Says the guy who insisted on laying low."
