Sierra’s POV
I looked over at my side, at Arthur behind the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched, grip firm on the wheels with his veins popping. All he had said to me since he returned was we needed to leave.
Not another word and worse, it seemed he was avoiding my gaze. I placed a hand on his arm and he slammed the brakes. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, eyes wide.
“It’s okay,” he said and began moving once again.
“Are you okay?” I asked, watching his face.
He stayed quiet for a second, then turned to me with a forced smile, nodding. “Yes,” he simply said, then returned his eyes back to the road.
I gave up, sinking into my seat, looking out the window. The look on Maria’s face replayed in my head. My little victory seemed to have been shaken by whatever Maria did, and I had no idea what
