Dami’s POV

The silence in the car was heavy, thick enough to choke me. Streetlights flashed across Doman’s face as I drove, each one cutting across his expression.

When we finally stopped in front of his house, he unbuckled his seatbelt without saying a word. "You’re not coming home with me?” I asked quietly, turning slightly toward him.

He shook his head, still staring out the window. “After what happened with Axel, I don’t think I want to stay in that kind of environment right ...