Unknown POV
My sister is driving the car like she always does, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her phone, scrolling through her playlist.
The girl we just took from the road is resting on my lap and she feels almost weightless.
She's real pretty.
Like an idol who is the face of a girl group.
She looks very interesting; it's a shame that she's the daughter of an enemy clan.
"Focus" my sister says, and I look at her with a smirk on my face, "She's pretty" I say and she rolls her eyes.
"And naive, sweet poor thing" she adds with her eyes also fixed on the girl on my lap.
I turn my attention back to the girl, every one of her features is made perfectly for her.
The car hits a speed bump, and the young girl winces but doesn't wake up, thankfully, I would hate to have a screaming match with any one right now.
My temper is too short, and my patience is too thin today.
My sister lets out a sigh that makes me look at her curiously, "what?" I ask and she shrugs.
