The drive out of Julian’s private estate was conducted in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight crushing the air out of the Maybach.
I sat as far against the passenger door as humanly possible, my damp hair, slightly crumpled clothes clinging to my skin. I had managed to escape Julian's penthouse after a frantic scramble in his laundry room, but the relief was short-lived. Adrian was driving himself today, his hands locked onto the leather steering wheel at ten and two, his knuckles white. The dark, furious energy radiating off him was so intense I could practically hear his blood boiling.
He didn't look at me. He just kept his eyes on the road, his jaw set in a hard, dangerous line.
I stared out the window at the rain-slicked streets, my head throbbing in tandem with the hu
