ALINA
Silence hung in the air. It was heavy, deadly and suffocating.
I sometimes had to remind myself to breathe as we drove.
My heart beat was so erratic that I literally felt it could pop right out of my chest any moment
I took multiple glances at Dante's sharp profile as he sat away from me. He was brooding with raw, bloody anger. I could feel and see it.
He was murderous.
His lips were pulled to a scowl and his brows were wrinkled coupled with his fists clenched.
Oh God! I wailed within me.
In the boot laid a half dead and thoroughly beaten up Theodore.
He would die soon if he wasn't given adequate and instant medical care.
And likely so would I because Dante was breathing hail and brimstones.
He was quiet through out the ride. Not a single word did he utter to me and it
