Zixuan groaned and shoved him—hard.
Cecilion barely had time to react as his back slammed against the car seat, the dull thud reverberating through the interior. The leather creaked under the force, and for a heartbeat, the only sound was her ragged breathing.
"W-What the hell are you doing?!" she snapped, voice rising an octave. Her hands trembled as she wiped her lips and gripped the steering wheel, then let go again just as fast.
"Can't you see what's going on here?!" she screamed.
Her voice shook the silence, filled the car like glass shattering under pressure. Outside, the woods loomed like silent witnesses. The stillness beyond the windows was too quiet—wrongly quiet.
But Cecilion didn't even flinch. His body sagged slightly where it had been thrown back, but he showed no pain, no surprise.
No reaction at all.
