Natalia
The car ride to the border was painfully quiet. Damon’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw set in that firm line I’d seen too often these past few days.
Ever since I had rejected his offer to make our fake marriage real, the tension between us had been tighter than ever.
We were both adults, though. We kept up the appearance of a happy, smiling couple. No one who saw us from the outside would guess that anything was wrong. But I could feel the space between us pulling taut like a rubber band about to snap.
Finally, the border between our territories came into view, marked by a small clearing where the forest thinned out. Andrei was already there, leaning against his black car with his arms folded across his chest. His Beta and two warriors stood bes
