AMBER POV
The drive home was silent except for the soft hum of the radio playing low in the background. I was still shaken from everything that had happened at the dance, but Vic, being Vic, was too busy texting to notice my tension. Every now and then, her fingers would tap quickly on the screen, her eyes flicking up to check the road before going back to her phone.
I glanced over at her, watching her smile as she typed. My thoughts were elsewhere—on Alek and his strange, possessive behavior, on the way he’d lifted me without warning, like I was nothing but a toy. What the hell was going on with him?
Vic's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as she held up her phone, showing me a text message. "Look," she said with a smirk. "Jenna just said I looked perfect tonight. You know, she
