POV: Daniella
Once again, our ride back to the chateau was the same: silent, awkward and suffocating, but this time it wasn't because Erik was brooding, it was because I refuse to answer him when he apologized for what Rohan did to us earlier.
I didn't want to talk about it. I want to forget all of it especially now that my skin is still burning with want... with the need to be sated. If I were to speak to him, he'd notice my trembling voice. He'd notice that I was still affected with the lesson. And he'd notice that I was partly irked of his calm demeanor... too calm for my liking. In fact I bet that's the reason why our God-forsaken ride had already lasted for thirty minutes. Our ride was supposed to be just ten or less. Why was the car so slow?
"Daniella, speak to me, " was his orde
