Chapter 80
Bennett pulled the car up in front of Maya’s house. For a while, neither of them spoke. The air inside the car was thick with unspoken thoughts, the tension too heavy to ignore. Maya folded her arms and stared out the window, her mind clearly elsewhere, while Bennett drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, debating how to start.
Finally, he broke the silence. “So… which gift did Azalea send you?” His tone was careful, probing, as if he already had an idea of what her answer might be.
Maya’s lips tightened, and she let out a short, bitter laugh. “A dangerous one,” she said, turning her gaze back to him. “Pepper spray, some other things that scream self-defense. She doesn’t like me, Bennett. That much is obvious. But what I can’t wrap my head around is why she insists o
