Oh, please, Beron, give me a damn break!" Holino groaned loudly, rolling his head back against the headrest. He dramatically threw a hand over his forehead, letting out a long, theatrical sigh that practically rattled the windows of the vehicle. "You can stop playing the brooding, grumpy warlord for five consecutive seconds, you know. Is it going to kill your monstrous pride to just tell me where the hell we're going? It's not like I'm going to sprout wings and escape from a moving tank on a high-speed expressway!"
Beron's hands remained clamped firmly on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so hard. His eyes stared dead ahead at the asphalt, completely ignoring the boy sitting beside him.
