ROWANNE’S POV.
The ride was suffocatingly quiet, except for the soft hum of the car engine. The silence seemed to press against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
My head was still pounding with his words from earlier. I couldn’t escape. I felt trapped by the car, by his presence, by everything I couldn’t bring myself to accept.
I reached over and rolled the window down. The rush of wind hit me, but instead of relief, it was harsher than I’d anticipated, whipping my hair into my face and stinging my skin. It wasn’t the kind of air that soothed. I blinked hard before rolling the window back up. The quiet returned, heavier this time.
My head turned toward him. “I want to go home.”
I thought he wouldn’t answer at all, but then a low hum escaped his throat. Without a word, he turned th
