No compulsion.

Foster Villa on St. Fords Lane.

Emyr didn't need not to ask whom the lady was planning to meet. The Fosters weren't a new name to him. Even before they had returned to Cralens, he had been keeping tabs on them per his boss's orders. 

He swallowed visibly, unsure of what to do next. Driving the lady to the Foster Villa, where her ex-fiancé lived, felt like summoning his own death. 

Emyr was still hesitating, wondering whether he should take the risk of asking his boss or not, when he suddenly heard Aiden's annoyed voice. 

"What's wrong, Emyr? Did you forget the way to St. Fords Lane?" 

Of course not. Emyr has entire blueprint of Cralens, especially the city of Cralora, memorized. Even with amnesia, it would be hard to forget the routes. 

"I am sorry, sir. I was just recalling the easiest route to St. Fords Lane. I will drive there straight away." He replied, escaping through the narrowest lane. and