LEAH
The silence between us is louder than the hum of the tires against the road.
I sit by the window, watching trees blur past us. The sun dips behind grey clouds, painting everything in the car, gold and silver. A whole week has passed since that day in the garden when Lucian kissed me and I pushed him, and walked away angrily, leaving him standing.
And not once in that time has he come to see me, not once. He just sends Sasha, or some random servant to pass his messages to me. Goddess knows I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt.
I fold my arms tightly, as I glance at him. He's looking out the other window, his jaw set like stone. He’s been like this since we left—silent, unreadable, perfectly composed. So composed it makes me want to scream. He hasn’t looked at me once since we got
