Katherine’s POV
Jake was driving like a man possessed.
The tires screeched around every corner, the engine growled beneath us, and I clung to the passenger seat as though it might save me from the storm brewing beside me.
His jaw was clenched tight, that muscle in his cheek ticking like a bomb counting down. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned bone-white. His eyes stayed locked on the road, but I could feel his mind somewhere else—burning with rage.
I wanted to say something—anything to defuse the tension—but I knew better. One wrong word right now, and it wouldn’t just be the car that went up in flames.
So I kept quiet.
When we pulled into the driveway, he didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before getting out. I barely opened my door when he was
