Password Incorrect

Elena's grin refuses to fade as she settles into her seat, tucking her bag beneath it and surrendering to the anticipatory thrill coursing through her veins. He'd sworn she couldn't escape. She'd prove him wrong.

The passenger sliding into the adjacent seat barely registers until a familiar voice shatters her peace.

"Where are we going?"

She sputters, eyes snapping open, spinning to confront the figure beside her. Dark sunglasses mask his gaze, but his arrogant smirk is unmistakable—infuriating.

Elena coughs while he casually turns magazine pages, that insufferable smile never wavering.

"You didn't answer me."

"Somewhere you won't follow," she rasps.

He chuckles, turning another page. "Think again. I'm heading home. Unfinished business, souls waiting for judgment, and old scores to settle. This should be interesting."