Alec’s fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, the leather groaning beneath the pressure of his hold. The engine still hummed beneath the silence that wrapped around them, but the fury in Alec’s eyes burned hotter than any machine.
Salena sat beside him, motionless, her breaths shallow as she studied his profile. His jaw was locked, nostrils flaring, and that dangerous glint in his eyes hadn’t dimmed since they left the mansion. She knew this man too well—he wasn’t reckless, not with a car. But emotions? That was a storm even Alec couldn’t always control.
She didn’t dare speak. Not yet.
Her eyes flicked to the veins bulging in his neck, the way his chest rose and fell in short, violent bursts, and then to his hand that looked moments away from teari
