Luna’s POV
The car ride home was silent.
Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind where you could enjoy the quiet presence of someone next to you.
This was the kind of silence that suffocated. That filled the air with tension so thick it was hard to breathe.
Alexander sat beside me, his posture relaxed, but I could feel it—the rigidness in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped against his thigh in a slow, controlled rhythm.
He knew.
He knew I had seen.
Yet, he hadn’t said a single word.
Neither had I.
Not until the car pulled into the long driveway of our home, and the doors unlocked with a soft click.
I got out first, my heels clicking against the stone pavement as I marched toward the entrance. The entire way, my heart pounded against my ribs.
I didn’t care if this turned in
