Daemon didn't comfort Evelyn. He took his bag from the backseat, then the laptop inside, and went to check what Lumian had done with it. Just an ultimate confirmation to see the nail that had been driven into the coffin.
After a few seconds, he threw the laptop to the back without any care, and he restarted the car. He made the tires screech as he moved full throttle, pushing himself into the traffic once more, but with unneeded brutality this time.
The inside of the car was silent again, but now with a weight that had not been there before, a weight of anger, and depression. The SUV moved with finesse still, weaving between the cars on the road and squeezing the trip that should have taken more than half an hour to just less than half an hour.
