Jaxon
The engine purred beneath us as Ronan drove us out of the city. I had informed him after the call and we drove straight to the countryside. Rain streaked the windshield in silver lines, a perfect mirror of the storm twisting inside my chest. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the blurring trees, arms folded, my leg bouncing restlessly.
“I can’t believe he actually went back,” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than Ronan.
Ronan glanced at me sideways. “Who? Callan?”
I nodded. “Yeah. To the countryside. Why the hell would he go back there after everything?”
“I didn’t even know he left,” Ronan admitted, his tone tight with frustration. “Celina didn’t mention anything either.”
“She did. Today.” I rubbed the back of my neck, where a migraine had started to build. “
