That Di Marco Spell

C h a p t e r T w e n t y - O n e

                                                                                   ˜"*°• Claire POV •°*"˜

The drive was quiet, Raiden drove my car as I sat in the passenger seat staring out the window. I was at a loss of words at how quickly everything unfolded and how much I regretted what happened. If Elijah were to ever find out about what unfolded in front of that coffee shop, I'll lose my job and then I'll really be screwed.

Raiden was driving erratically, weaving in and out of cars, going at least twenty over the speed limit. I wasn't about to speak up and tell him to slow down or to stop driving stupid because that would've started something and I don't know if I could handle anything else right now.

After about ten more minutes of weaving in and out of cars on the highway I realized, we aren't going home.

I began to look all around us out the windows, before looking at him with my brows together. He glanced at me before looking back out the windshield. "What?" He shot out, continuing to drive erratically.

"Where are we going?" I mumbled still watching him hearing the occasional honk of a car we cut in front of.

"A spot I know of." A soft smirk lifted on his lips.

I turned toward the window next to me, watching the forest of trees fly past as we continue traveling twenty over.

"Does Elijah know that you're taking me to thi-"

He chuckled, causing me to stop mid sentence and turn back to him. He glanced to me nodding his head, "Yes, he gave me the okay. Relax, I'll get you back home before curfew." He promised mockingly. I let out a soft laugh and pushed his shoulder closest to me, causing him to chuckle a bit more.

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After what felt like ages, we drove down a dirt road for about ten minutes till we came to a walking trail that went up a small hill. Raiden got out and I unbuckled my seatbelt, grabbing my over coat that was on my lap. Right as I went to reach for the handle, my door swung open. I looked up as Raiden was offering me his hand to help me out of my car.

I felt myself blush as I looked down and stepped out of the car, his hand wrapped around mine as I did so. His touch was intoxicating, I never wanted to let go. His hands were rough but that's what made me like his touch even more than I should.

I looked in front of me, following the trail up the hill then looked down at my outfit.

I had a brown turtle neck body suit, a brown leather skirt, with my brown Burberry ankle booties and a brown leather overcoat. In no way was I in the correct attire for a hike. Neither was Raiden now looking at it, a white mock turtle neck t-shirt, a leather biker jacket, and black jeans. Although he was very fit and muscular, I knew for a fact he wasn't wanting to take a hike either.

After examining my outfit one more time he laughed, "Relax School Girl, it's not a crazy walk. There's a view point up there with a few benches." I nodded my head slowly as he turned toward the trail and we made the journey up the hill.

I was walking very cautiously as I'm wearing heels while walking in dirt with rocks, pinecones, and twigs all over. I could tell Raiden was growing impatient because he would take strides with his long legs and then turn around with his arms crossed having to wait for me to catch up.