Third Person’s Pov

As the car glided down the quiet street, the atmosphere in the car wasn’t any different. Rather, it was heavier, than the night sky outside.

Sloane sat nervously at the passenger’s seat, her hands clasped tightly together as different thoughts ate her up.

Whereas, on the other hand, Dimitri drove with his main focus on the road but with barely concealed annoyance. He looked nothing like the composed, confident mate who just a while ago convinced Sloane to go on ...