Axel drew in breath from his mouth, shaking his head as if I was the most exasperating woman he'd ever met.
Maybe I was.
Then, without another word, he turned the key in the ignition, and the car rumbled to life.
I sank into the seat as he pulled out of the butchery's parking lot with my body still tense from everything that had happened.
All of the stress of the morning pressed against my skin, and the scent of raw meat and blood clung to my clothes like a second layer. I wrinkled my nose, suddenly self-conscious.
Axel was here, smelling like a demonic angel—if there's anything like that and here I was, smelling like a dung.
The silence between us remained for a long moment. Then, finally, he sighed and glanced at me.
"You good?"
His voice was softer than I expected. It caught me off guard, like a gust of warm air on a cold day.
I twisted my lips before nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine."