SONYA'S POV
The drive back to Reign’s estate is silent.
Reign's hands are white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight I'm worried he'll crack a tooth, and the tension in the car is suffocating, pressing down on my chest.
That's it, I can't take this anymore.
"Are you going to say something?" I finally ask.
"Not yet."
"Why not?"
"Because if I speak right now, I'm going to say things I can't take back." He pulls through the estate gates, but instead of heading to the house, he takes a side road toward the darker, more secluded part of the property. "And I'm trying very hard to remember that you're not actually mine. That this is all just a contract. That I have no right to be this f*****g angry."
"Angry about what?"
He slams on the brakes so hard I jerk forward a
