Sienna
I didn't say a word on the drive back. Not when we left my old street behind. Not when the city lights faded into the dark stretch of highway. Not even when the forest began to swallow the road again.
I stared out the window, watching reflections blur against the glass. The tension in the car was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.
Xavier sat beside me in the driver's seat, his aura imposing as always as he drove. I wasn't ready to look at him, to talk to him, and even being in the same space as him left my heart aching. It was intense, a feeling of mixed frustration and anger and yet, there was a twinge of guilt and understanding within me that tempered it.
I could feel his gaze sliding toward me every few minutes. And stubbornly, I refused to look back.
I understood why he had come. That was the infuriating part.
