CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Dom.

I don't bother to talk to Lana too, and neither does she. She's giving me the silent treatment and although I'd usually be more open to trying to resolve whatever has her upset, I'm equally not in the mood to partake in our usual exchange of words.

After I literally forced her out of the cafe, making her abandon her little companion there, she won't even look at me. Not that I can blame her anyway, I threatened to murder the guy, and I will if she doesn't tell me soon why the minute I let her out of my sight, she's frolicking around with another guy.

I've already told Matheo to get her things and take them home. I swerve the car to the left, the one move that makes it clear to Lana that we aren't headed for the house. She turns to me briefly, and I can almost hear the thoughts turning in her head. Surprisingly she gives in.

"Where are you taking me?" She scowls at me and folds her hands over her chest, a move that causes my eyes to flit over the outfit she has on.