Damien carried me into the car, his arms strong was around me. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I as he placed me carefully in the passenger seat.
The door shut with a solid thunk, and seconds later, the car’s engine roared to life. He slid into the driver’s seat without sparing me a glance as he sped off.
I didn’t know where he was taking me, and for a moment, I didn’t dare ask. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened earlier, my mind replaying flashes of images I wanted desperately to erase.
I sneaked a glance at him. His hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, the tendons in his forearms flexing every time he shifted gears. His eyes never left the road as if his focus was stitched there and nowhere else.
The silence scraped at my nerves. Finally, I decide
