“Sit tight. Do not say anything until we get there.” “What?” “Why did you speak?” I snapped as I yanked open the truck door. “Did I not just tell you to shut the fuck up?” “Cassandra,” Christian hissed. I paid him no mind. “Sit there. Think about something boring. Don’t smile. Don’t frown. Don’t let them smell your fear. Admit nothing and shut your mouth. We’ll be there in—” “Ten minutes,” Christian said as he hopped in and cranked the engine. “Ten minutes. Don’t speak.”
