"Where are we going? Why the hell did Hunter drive the other way?" Cassie asked while sitting in the passenger seat. "Why do you need to get separate cars?"
Cassie wanted to punch Blake's face again, but she held herself. "Earth to the devil. I am talking—"
"We need to go somewhere."
Cassie frowned. "Where?"
"But first, you need to change your clothes. It's an eyesore," Blake uttered, but his eyes were still fixed on the road.
It's already six in the evening, and the darkness is getting deeper.
"Can you just tell me where we are going—"
"Do you have formal clothes? A dress, perhaps."
"Where exactly are we going?" she asked again, hoping for an answer but failed.
"Ugh!" she uttered in frustration. "Fine."
Theo shook his head. He can't afford to waste his saliva dealing with Cassie. He knew he couldn't defeat her. But if he was the real Blake, then a bullet already struck her forehead.