Chapter Thirty Five
The drive began with a heavy, suffocating awkwardness that made every second feel like an hour.
Logan had picked me up incredibly early on Saturday morning in his sleek, silver SUV. The very moment I opened the passenger door and stepped inside the vehicle, the thick tension in the air was almost physical. Desperate to maintain the strict boundaries I had promised Khalid I would keep, I dragged my small duffel bag into the front seat with me, hugging it close against my chest like a protective shield. I kept my answers down to short, one-word murmurs, deliberately staring straight out the side window as the busy, familiar city buildings slowly faded away, giving way to the wide-open, empty highway.
But Logan wasn’t giving up that easily. He kept adjusting his grip on
