Eva's POV
The car ride is silent, a stark contrast to the jarring noise of glass shattering just moments ago. Mason's hand is on the wheel, his knuckles white with a tension I hadn't noticed before.
He hasn't said a word since we left the Italian shop.
He glances at me from time to time, his eyes questioning, but I can't find the words to explain the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.
My mind keeps replaying the last scene we saw before leaving; Aaron, his face twisted in a way I've never seen before, Andrew, flushed and frustrated, and Maya, clinging to Aaron's arm.
I'm furious at Aaron for his blatant display of possessiveness, and embarrassed for Andrew, who was simply trying to be kind.
But more than anything, I'm worried.
My eyes are fixed on the cityscap
