Chapter 15

He shifted gears and pulled out onto the road, and soon, the tension filled the car again. Merlyn looked over at him, studying the way he drove. He drove as rigidly as he looked. His hands were at ten and two on the steering wheel and he was trying hard not to cross the speed limit. His black hair was parted perfectly to the side and scooped away from his forehead, enhancing the sternness of his gaze, despite the boyish charm of his bright, brown eyes. Merlyn could bet with anyone in the world that he hardly smiled in just the few minutes that they met. But if anyone could succeed in making him laugh his eyes would sparkle with joy like the crackers during new year. The more silent he was, the more curious she became to know about him. 'So, who's waiting for you on the other end of this trip?" She asked but it was as good as talking to a wall. He flickered his gaze over towards her but didn't say a word. 'My aunt and uncle are waiting for me. They're excited. I always come home to t