As the door swung open, curious eyes turned towards Hannah and Bryson.


    Undeterred, they strode out without a backward nce.


    Once the pair had left, key members of the Bloody Gang wasted no time entering the room.


    “You just let them go? Did you strike a deal?” one of them demanded, incredulity coloring his tone.


    Herman lifted his head, a glint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes.


    “Shut the door and gather round.


    There is something you need to know.


    ”


    As Hannah and Bryson walked out, Hannah’s eyes took in the deserted ce.


    “I’ll send a message to Dotson and ask him to pick us up.


    ”


    When she lowered her head, her eyes caught the car keys shaking in front of her.


    She looked up at Bryson and asked, “Where did you get it?”


    Bryson only smiled at her.


    “Let’s go.


    I’ll drive you home.


    ”


    “You’ll drive me? Do you even know the way?” Hannah asked as she followed him.


    “Sure, I do.


    Get in.


    ”


    Bryson pressed the key, unlocking a ck car.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    The headlights shed, and two sat inside.


    The engine gave a low hum as Bryan started the car.


    Then, he drove away.


    Hannah’s gaze lingered in the direction of the camp.


    Based on her estimation, the time was almost up.


    She lowered her eyes, taking out her phone and deleting the video.


    Then she looked at Bryson and said, “You were blindfolded when you came here.


    Are you sure you know the way?”


    With his hands maneuvering the steering wheel, Bryson shed her a confident smile.


    “Ye of little faith.


    I have an excellent sense of direction.


    I can even remember routes longer than this one.


    ”


    “Haha.


    Sure, if you say so.


    ”


    Hannah leaned against the side and let out a chuckle.


    “You’re really something else, Mr.


    Mitchell.


    You can even tell directions with your eyes covered.


    ”


    What a pretentious man!


    Although her words praised Bryson, Hannah inwardly scoffed at him.


    Still driving, he nced at Hannah.


    Bryson couldn’t help himself— a grin broke over his face.


    “Thanks for thepliment, Miss Moore.


    Although I hope you’re not cursing me too much in your mind.


    ”


    Was this man a mind reader?


    Hannah’s hand flew to her face.


    Her face didn’t give her away, did it?


    The small movement didn’t go unnoticed.


    Out of the corner of Bryson’s eye, he caught sight of Hannah touching her face.


    “Don’t worry.


    I can’t read minds,” he said Lightly.