Elena’s POV

The car ride was short, thankfully. But not the good kind of thankful, more like the awkward silence kind. Neither of us spoke. Not a word. Not even a fake cough to fill the space.

It was even quieter than the ride to the restaurant earlier… and that was already graveyard-level silence.

"And this is my stop," I finally said, my voice sounding louder than expected in the stillness of the car.

Noah’s sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of Layla’s massive building. He looked up at the tall house like he was analyzing its architecture before turning his gaze back to me with a...