Lena's Pov
The interior of the car was as silent as it could get, the kind of silence that amplifies every unspoken word and unshed tear. My hand still tingled from where Damian had gripped it, pulling me away from Sophia's house with an urgency that left no room for questions. Now, it lay motionless in my lap, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me. I couldn't tell if the trembling was from residual reaction of the confrontation or from the thick tension that wafted from Damian.
His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscles fluttered beneath his skin, and his hands gripped the steering wheel with such force I feared it might snap under the pressure. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, eyes narrowed as if the asphalt had personally offended him. The intensity of his demea
