Joon-woo's hold on Seo-yeon's wrist was unyielding as they entered the dark streets. The city pulsed around them—neon lights flashed, cars sped by in a red blur of taillights, and the distant hum of voices hung in the air—but in this instant, there was only tension between them.
Seo-yeon yanked her hand free, her breathing harsh. "Where the hell are we headed?"
Joon-woo hardly looked at her, his face impassive. "Somewhere safe."
She laughed. "You always say that, but I don't feel safe. I feel like a prisoner."
His eyes grew darker, a flash of something sinister lurking beneath his serene facade. "You'd prefer to be with Hyun-soo?"
Seo-yeon froze. The name hit a nerve, but she would not let him see it. Instead, she crossed her arms and glared at him. "I'd rather be anywhere than between the two of you."
Joon-woo sneered, but his was not a smile. "Then you should have considered that before you got yourself caught up in our war."
