- SERAPHINE
The car ride back was suffocating. The interior of the luxury sedan felt like a glass box where the oxygen was slowly being sucked out.
Aiden sat in the driver’s seat, his hands gripped so tightly around the steering wheel that his knuckles were stark white. He didn’t look at me. He just stared straight ahead at the dark road, his jaw set in that hard, jagged line I was starting to recognize as a warning sign.
"What were you thinking?" he finally snapped. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp, like a lash. "Out of everyone in that room, you choose to dance with him? Declan Varellian?"
I pressed my back against the leather seat. "He asked me to dance. I didn't think it was a crime."
"It’s not a crime, it’s a mistake," Aiden hissed. He glanced at me through the rearview m
