Chapter Ninety One
Venessa POV
The car ride from the big hockey arena back to the house was very quiet. It was a heavy kind of silence. The air inside the car felt tight and full of energy, like a dark cloud before a big rainstorm.
Khalid held the steering wheel with both of his large hands. His grip was so tight that his skin looked white. His jaw was locked completely shut. He was still incredibly angry and upset because the coach had benched him and made him sit out of the game. He felt like he had failed his team, and he hated that feeling.
I looked at him from the passenger seat. The streetlights from the road flashed across his face, showing the marks from the big fight with Julian. He had a deep red cut on his cheekbone. His hands had small cuts and red marks on the knuckles. A
