Soren
When I woke up, my head was pounding.
The hum of the car's engine filled the silence, the rhythmic vibration pressing into my skull. But something was wrong, this wasn't how I remembered things.
I blinked the blurriness away, rubbing my temples, only to realize I was in the passenger seat. Rowan was driving.
I sat up slowly. "What the hell—?"
His grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line.
I frowned. "What's happening?"
He scoffed, not sparing me a glance. "I should be asking you that, don't you think?"
I exhaled, already knowing where this was going. "Rowan—"
He cut me off. "You dragged me out into the woods, pulled a gun on me, and demanded the truth. And now you're acting like you don't know what's happening? What exactly were you hoping to accomplish? A confession? I don't even know what's going on!"
I winced. Yeah. That did happen.