Holly remained quiet all the while. Ignacio focused on driving as he reached over quietly to hold her hand.

She glanced at him sideways. "Ignacio?"

He kept his eyes on the road ahead and sighed softly. "You're going home, Holly, not to the execution ground."

Holly looked at the limousine ahead of them and murmured softly. "It's not that different!"

Ignacio's lips curled into a charming smile. "If anything, I should be the one who's nervous! Don't worry. I'm here."

The traffic light ahead tu