Elena’s POV
The silence inside Evan’s SUV was thick, charged with the lingering adrenaline of the violent snap that had just echoed across the parking lot.
My wrist was throbbing, a dull red ring blooming where Ethan’s hand had bruised my skin, but my heart was beating twice as fast against my ribs. I kept my head turned toward the passenger window, watching the familiar brick buildings of the main campus recede into the distance as Evan navigated onto the outer highway.
He wasn't driving toward the dorms. He wasn't driving toward the varsity athlete housing either.
"Evan?" I whispered, my voice sounding smal. "Where are we going?"
Evan didn't answer right away. His hands were locked on the leather steering wheel, his jaw tight, his dark gray eyes laser focused on the quiet road ahead
