Reeva POV
The engine hums steadily beneath us as Hayden drives me to the pack house. His hands clenched the steering wheel as though it were the only thing tethering him to control, his knuckles pale against the leather.
I sit stiffly in the passenger seat, fumbling with my fingers. I have tried starting a conversation three times already. He responds friendly and politely, but he might as well give me the silent treatment.
I do not get it. One moment, he is the only person standing by my side, risking everything for me. Next, he is closed off entirely, retreating into some brooding shell I cannot break through. It is infuriating.
“I’m not choosing your brothers over you,” I finally mutter, “if that’s what you’re thinking. I only want their resources, I still think they’re assholes.”
