Kimberly
Silence filled the car as Kendrick drove us back to the estate.
I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since we left Aiden behind.
Kendrick hadn’t said a word.
Not since the moment he ordered me to follow him.
Not since the moment Aiden had walked away.
But I could feel the storm brewing inside him.
Every breath he took was slow. Calculated. A controlled burn of fury.
I turned slightly, sneaking a glance at him. His face was unreadable, his grip on the steering wheel relaxed—too relaxed. But I wasn’t fooled.
I knew Kendrick well enough by now.
When he was truly enraged, he didn’t lash out immediately.
No, he waited.
He let it fester, let it grow.
And when the moment was right, he struck.
I swallowed har
