I hate not being in control, and right now, I wasn't even in control of my own thoughts or memories. The not knowing was torture.
Morning came bright and early, but the mood between us still didn't change. The air in the car was thick with silence, like a heavy blanket pressing down on us.
She wouldn't look at me. Her eyes were fixed steadily on the passing view outside the window, her jaw tight. Every mile we traveled felt like we were moving further and further away from each other.
The tension around us was even thicker because Chase was coming with us, and after their last encounter, I don't think either of them wants to be close to each other, but he is my gamma, and I had to take him with me.
I don't know what made her slap him and I'm not sure I want to know for his sake, becaus
