Chapter 109
- KASMINE.
- The drive was cold. Tense. Nerve-wracking. Not because of the silence—but because of him.
- Kester sat beside me, a storm barely contained beneath his skin. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale against the leather, and though his gaze stayed fixed on the road, the tension in his jaw and the rigid line of his shoulders told me exactly how pissed he was.