As soon as Ben pulled his hand back, he shifted in his seat, and his eyes flicked over to the rearview mirror. In that moment, he caught a glimpse of a pair of icy eyes staring back at him, making his heart skip a beat.


    Wait, there was someone in his car? How had he not noticed when he got in? Whoever managed to sneak in so quietly without setting off any rms was someone to be reckoned with—a dangerous individual, no doubt.


    Theck of light inside the car made it hard to see the person''s face. "Who are you?" Ben asked, his voice steady but low, while his right hand discreetly moved towards his waist.


    The figure in the backseat remained silent, those piercing ck-and-white eyes fixed on the front like a grim reaper waiting in the shadows. The tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife.


    Ben was on high alert, his fingers brushing against the weapon at his waist. In the blink of an eye, he spun around, gun drawn, finger resting on the trigger, aimed at the intruder.


    Even without seeing clearly, pinpointing someone''s position in the dark was second nature to him. "Speak, who are you!" he demanded, his voice cold andmanding, the gun giving him a sense of control he desperately needed.


    The person in the back merely let out a soft, dismissive sound. Ben squinted, trying to focus. Was it a woman?


    "Isn''t it better to stay alive?" a calm, chilling female voice floated through the air, soft yetden with an undeniable threat.


    Ben''s eyes sharpened, a deep sense of dread creeping over him, urging him to pull the trigger. But in an


    instant, he realized his fingers wouldn''t budge. It was like his body was frozen, refusing to respond!


    "You..." Panic shed across Ben''s face. He tried to speak, but only managed to say "you" before his voice failed him altogether. This scenario felt all too familiar. Drugs, it had to be drugs! ''


    Only a powerful sedative could immobilize him like this. Ben quickly pieced it together, shocked that he could be caught off guard by something like this. His body was supposed to be immune to most drugs!


    The car glided smoothly down the road, autopilot engaged, leaving no need for manual control or worry about an ident. The mystery person in the back was Mirabe.


    A sly smile danced on her lips as her eyes flicked over the gun pointed at her, and with a casual motion, she took it into her own hands. The quiet car filled with the sound of a click as she disengaged the safety.


    Ben''s face drained of color, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, as the barrel of the gun pressed against him. The chill seemed to seep into his very bones.


    Mirabe tilted her head slightly, her ck mask obscuring most of her face except for her deep, captivating eyes. She smirked and then pulled the gun away from Ben''s forehead.


    No, shooting him would be too easy. Ben remained rigid, fully grasping what it meant to brush up against the edge of death.