Jaden sat behind the wheel of his sleek black car, his fingers clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles white from the force of his grip. The steady hum of the engine was the only sound in the suffocating silence.
His heart was still pounding.
Faster than usual. Harder than usual.
It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t adrenaline. It was something else. Something he didn’t understand, and that pissed him off.
He exhaled sharply, tilting his head back against the leather headrest, closing his eyes in frustration.
Anna’s voice echoed in his mind.
"—Thank you."
Two simple words. Nothing extraordinary. But the way she had said it—the softness in her tone, the hesitation like she wasn’t sure if she should be thanking him—had done something to him. It had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t put i
