Chapter 36

~Freya~

The ride back home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop—or, more likely, the sound of Damon's teeth grinding in frustration. His hands gripped the steering wheel like it was a lifeline, knuckles turning white with the effort. His eyes were locked on the road ahead, as if the asphalt had personally offended him.

I didn't know how his anger manifested. Would he blow up if I said something?