Cole’s POV

Daniel drove in silence. The only sound was the engine and the occasional flick of the turn signal as we moved through the city streets. I sat back, one hand resting against my thigh, the other still curled into a fist, my knuckles throbbing from the fight. The scent of wine and expensive perfume clung to the air around us, mixing with the faintest trace of blood on my skin.

Emily sat beside me, legs crossed, one arm spread lazily over the seat. She hadn’t said a word since we left, hadn’t turned to look at me, hadn’t even acknowledged what had just happened back there. It was...