Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

The Scene at the End

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

I sat in the passenger seat, the heater blowing at full force. I had all the fans pointed at me and yet I still couldn't get warm. I held my hands an inch from the fan. I'd wait till they were almost burned and then flip them, repeating the process. Finally, I saw him walk around the front of the car to the driver's door. He opened it and then got in, closing the door.

He brought with him a fresh wave of cold. The car was so small, we were shoved together. I felt the cold of his jacket and shivered. He glanced at me, then forward. Then he reached back behind my seat and immerged a second later, tossing a blanket in my lap.

I looked down at it as he put the car into drive. "Thank you," I said it like it would've been nice to know that was back there. I unfolded the blanket and then positioned it on my lap. About ten minutes into the drive, I looked at him. "You don't have to do this." My voice was quiet and cold, but sincere. "With Ward."

His eyes didn't leave the road. He just...ignored me. As usual. I sighed and settled back down into the blanket. "Well, at least let me explain what you're getting yourself into."

"You already have," he said. I looked at him. He glanced down at me, then back at the road.

"Okay...? Then, what else do you want to talk about? I think we've pretty much swapped all our war stories."

"Do we have to talk about something?"

"Well, aren't you wonderful?" I sighed. "Do you honestly think I'm going to be trapped in a car with you for ten hours and not talk?" He looked down at me and met my eyes. He snapped back to the road and huffed. I mock huffed in the same manner he did. I crossed my arms under the blanket and hunkered down.

Twenty minutes later and I was kicking off the blanket and shutting the heat off. I didn't ask, I just did it. I sat back, leaning the seat back slightly. I glanced around, bored out of my mind. "So...Picasso," I said, and I could've sworn I heard him sigh. I smiled slightly before continuing. "Do you...fondue?"

He glanced out his window before looking down at me, eye brow raised. He was internally asking himself if I was serious. And yes. I am. But this is his fault for not thinking of anything better. He glanced at the road before looking back at me. Still no reply.

"What?" I said. "I can do this all day."