(Mira)
The SUV moved fast through the dark roads.
Axel didn’t ask questions. He didn’t look back more than once. He just drove, one hand on the wheel, the other near the gearshift like the road itself had become something he needed to fight.
Ridge kept me against him.
His body was warm, but I couldn’t stop shaking.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His hand moved over mine. “Don’t.”
“I should’ve rested more.”
“Mira.”
“I was on my feet too much at the party. I knew I was tired, but I didn’t want to stop because everyone was there and it felt good and I just wanted one normal day.”
“Stop,” he said, not loud, but firm enough that my words broke apart.
I looked up at him.
His face was close to mine in the dim light from the road. He looked controlled, but his eyes gave him away.
“This is
