Chapter 18 Lines We Can't Undo

• The drive was tense, the silence between them heavier than the weight of the weapons tucked beneath Damian’s jacket. Amara sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the darkened streets, the city lights blurring past. She should’ve been focused on whatever danger they were heading into, but her mind kept circling back to the kiss.
• The way he had hesitated. The way he had pulled her close before pulling away.
• She stole a glance at him. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on the road like he was holding himself together by sheer willpower.