I jolted awake when my body felt like it was flying and I looked around me in panic, seeing that I was now in Zander's Maserati and the sun was barely in the sky.
What's going on?
My eyes glanced over, and as I was about to ask, I saw just how tense and stern he looked which intimidated me into prolonging the silence. Is he still upset? Where are we going? His vibe inserted fear and unease into me, which was something I haven't felt from him in a while.
"Back to New Jersey," he stated, knowing exactly what was going through my head. It was almost like he heard the words running through my racing brain.
My heart jumped and my drifting gaze darted back to him. He had one hand on the top of the wheel and his other arm was resting on the center console. Half of his window was blocked by hi
