Selene’s pov
I sat there in the car not making a sound. My fingers were interlocked tightly between my thighs. The car was quiet, only the muffled sound of the engine and tires against the road filled my ears.
I looked at Dante sitting comfortably beside me with a hand on the steering and one on the door as it propped his head up.
I wondered what he was thinking about.
His knuckles were white as he gripped onto the steering like it owed him money.
The focus in his eyes were dangerous.
I tried to say something but I didn’t know what to say.
Maybe thank him. Maybe say sorry. Maybe ask if he was okay.
But I didn’t. I didn’t know what to say.
I would hate to piss him off even more. It wasn’t my fault at the park but I was careful not to get him in a bad mood.
He had almost lost con
