Wes’ POV

“Wes, stop!” I was already putting my seatbelt on, fastening it with a harsh click. Showing Eva I wasn’t changing my mind. Her nails dug into the side of the car, and for a moment I thought about putting the windows up just to cut her out. My fingers grasped the steering wheel until my knuckles ached. Eva was in the wrong, but she wasn’t my true enemy here. He was. “Wes, get out of this car right fucking now!”

“How could you?” I adjusted my ...