(Eleanor's POV)
The car was silent except for the sound of the engine and Tiffany’s shaky breathing from the back seat.
Lucian drove like we were still in a war zone. Fast and focused.
One hand gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white. The other rested on the gear shift, close enough that every time he changed gears his pinky brushed against my knee.
He hadn’t said anything since the kiss.
Neither had I.
I didn’t know what it was between us. I couldn’t even put a name to it.
But somehow I knew I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
And that was the problem.
Marcus was still in the picture. I hadn’t found a way to get rid of him yet.
But I knew I had to. Very soon.
In the back, Elise was slumped against the door, pale and still.
Tiffany sat on the other
