Chapter 15

Iris

FOR HOURS, the tension rose thicker and thicker in the air.

Colt’s knuckles remained white as he gripped the steering wheel throughout the ride, glaring toward the road, and his jaw muscles were clenching most of the time.

They were both tensed.

Silence lingered on Gael—if he was not to check his watch, he tapped his fingers against his knees.

Silence.

Silence.

Plainly, the humming of the engine or a rumble when the tires...