MERRIELYNN.
On the day we were supposed to go to the palace, I shoved all my baggage behind me as I settled into the passenger seat, sneaking glances at Cormac as he drove, his grip on the steering wheel tight.
The air in the car felt thick and suffocating, and I could practically feel the tension radiating off him.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hoping to break the silence, but he didn’t answer, just kept clenching his jaw.
I don’t even know why I bothered asking. It’s not like I cared anyway, I thought as I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
The whole ride felt off, with Cormac stealing glances at the side mirror like he thought someone was tailing us. It was making me uneasy, and with each passing minute, I just wanted to get to our destination already.
As we got closer to the palace, I
