#Chapter 163: The Desert at Night

Ella As we drove away from the racetrack, I couldn’t deny the sense of unease that began to wash over me. The winding, dark road stretched ahead, surrounded by a vast expanse of flat, barren land. Off in the distance, tall rock formations loomed against the pale night sky, like silent specters waiting to attack. I had never been to the desert like this, and it kind of freaked me out—which was ironic considering the fact that I had moved to this city knowing that it was surrounded by desert. But when I was in the city, it was easy to forget. I could handle the heat, and there was still access to the ocean on the other side of the city, but the desert? To me, it was nothing but a barren wasteland where things went to die. Growing up, I had become accustomed to the bustling, vibrant city. Whenever we went on trips, it was usually either overseas or to the mountain estate, where the air was cool and damp. This, however, was a stark contrast from that. The desert felt brut