*Isabella's POV*
The silence was a f*****g physical thing, a heavy, suffocating blanket that had settled over us the second we got in the car. I was trying to lose myself in the blur of city lights outside, pretending I was anywhere else, with anyone else.
Then his voice cut through it, low and dangerous. "You care a lot about Jacob, don't you."
My head snapped towards him before I could stop myself. "What?" The word was out before I could think, sharp and defensive. I'll just brush it off, I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. I'm sure he'll let it go.
But he didn't. Of course, he f*****g didn't. He turned his head slightly, his eyes, dark and intense, pinning me in the dim light. "I've asked you a question, Isabella." The use of my full name was a deliberate, calculated move
