Raelynn
Lorenzo's knuckles went white from his tight grip on the steering wheel. You could cut the tension with a knife as he drove us down the narrow twisty road from Nightshade Manor.
Quiet surrounded us thick and heavy. The sound of tires on gravel broke the silence. I gazed out the window from the passenger seat trying to make sense of everything that happened in the past day.
I still couldn't grasp why Lorenzo rushed to get me out of the manor so fast. He didn't explain much just said I wasn't safe there. But the manor had always felt safe to me.
Valentine always kept me safe guarding me from the outside world's risks. The manor had served as my haven for as long as my memory stretched back.
So why did Lorenzo firmly believe I wasn't secure there anymore?
I looked away from the
