The drive back to the penthouse was painfully silent.
It wasn't the peaceful, comfortable kind of silence they had built between them over the past weeks. It was the sort that sat heavily inside the car, pressing against skin and lungs until even breathing started feeling loud. The low hum of the engine filled the space between them while the tyres rolled smoothly against the wet road, occasionally splashing through shallow puddles left behind by the evening rain.
Reign sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her bag resting on her lap. Every now and then, she stole glances toward Dashiell.
He looked calm.
Too calm.
That was what unsettled her the most.
His face was blank, unreadable, almost emotionless, but there was something terrifying und
