Sofia Rhys.
The drive back home with Daniel felt long, and incandescently awkward.
No words were exchanged between us as we sat in the backseat of his car, while the driver drove off to my home. We were both lost, staring out the window. Every once in a while, I’d turn around to stare at him but never once did he even spare me a glance.
I even tried to touch him at one point, but he recoiled from my touch almost immediately. As if it burnt him, and I couldn’t figure out whether that hurts more or the look on his face earlier when he saw Ares and I together hurts more.
The look of betrayal painted itself across his features in bold colors impossible to wipe off. I couldn’t bring myself to form any words then, but luckily, he managed to mask it away, coming to stand beside me.
My gaze
