ELORA

The ride back to Rowen’s mansion was dead silent.

He didn’t say a word. Not in the car. Not when he opened the door for me. Not when we walked inside.

But I could feel his tension, his restraint, his control burning underneath that perfectly tailored suit. His jaw was clenched. His dark eyes were unreadable. He hadn’t looked at me once since we left the Grayson estate, but I knew I was in for it. Whatever it was.

I followed him in.

I could have stayed behind. I could’ve told him to go to hell. But I didn’t.

Because as much as I hated the way he treated...