I stiffen in my seat, every muscle in my body going rigid as tension coils tighter and tighter in my chest. “You’re picking up Ryker?” My voice comes out steadier than I expected, though I can feel the strain beneath its calm surface.
Jaxon gives a single curt nod, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. His expression remains unreadable, a mask of indifference that only fuels my growing panic.
My heart pounds erratically as heat rises to my face. The thought of being trapped in this car with both of them. Jaxon, with his simmering anger and Ryker with his icy disdain, is unbearable. “Let me out,” I demand suddenly, my words tumbling out in a rush before I can second-guess myself. “I’ll walk from here.”
He doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t bother glancing in my direction as he responds with a flat
