"Get in." Caspian ordered, his voice firm and commanding as he stepped out of his car, his eyes locked on mine.

"I'd rather not." I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly. His eyes darkened, and I could see the tension rolling off him in waves.

We stood there, locked in a silent standoff, each daring the other to break first. It felt like an eternity until Victoria nudged me, flashing me a look that said, 'Girl, if you aren't getting in, I am.'

"She's joking." She chimed, her ...