He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 192

Horizon Boulevard was always a nightmare at rush hour, and Theresia had been stuck on that stretch of road enough times to know exactly how bad it could get.

“I get it,” she said. “No need to hurry. Just take your time.”

Her calm voice eased the tension that had been building in the car. Garry smiled as he held the phone, feeling his frustration slip away. “So understanding, huh?”

Theresia leaned back, sinking into the soft seat, her gaze drifting out the window to the neon lights flickering on outside. “I’ve always been like this. You just don’t know me well enough.”

Not know her? He was pretty sure he understood her better than he understood himself.

Garry grinned, teasing, “Guess I’ll have to spend more time with you and really get to know you, then.”

Theresia went quiet. Her cheeks turned pink as she looked away.

Really get to know her... How deep was he talking, exactly?

Garry realized a second too late how that sounded and opened his mouth to explain, but before he could, Warren, the driver, spoke up, his voice tense. “Garry, something’s up.”

Garry instantly sobered. He glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted a black car that had been tailing them, probably since they’d turned onto Horizon Boulevard.

His tone shifted. “Theresia, I’ll see you soon.”

He ended the call before she could reply.

Theresia stared at her phone, confused. What had Warren said just now? She hadn’t caught it.

After they finally got past the traffic, the road ahead cleared. Only a few hundred meters and they’d be on the overpass. The cars around them started to move faster.

Garry watched the black car in the mirror, sure now that it was following them. “Warren, slow down a bit.”

Warren nodded. “Okay.”

They eased off the gas, and the car behind them slowed too.

There was only one person who knew Harrisburg’s roads this well and hated him enough to try something like this.

Looked like things were getting serious.

Garry glanced down at the sunflowers crumpled in his lap, the petals bruised from the sudden stop. His eyes grew colder. “Find out who it was.”

He showed up ten minutes late. Theresia watched him walk in, looking like he’d just been through a storm.

He slid into the seat across from her, acting as if nothing had happened. His voice was easy, a hint of a smile on his lips. “You’re treating, right? I won’t hold back then.”

Theresia handed him the menu. “Order whatever you want.”

As Garry reached for it, her eyes landed on his hand.

His fingers were long and slender, but a fresh, bloody cut stood out on the back of his hand, stark and hard to miss.