Chapter 32 A Dangerous Truth

• The road stretched endlessly before them, headlights cutting through the darkness. The silence inside the car was thick, suffocating. Amara’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, her knuckles white. She hadn’t said a word since they left the safe house, and Damian hadn’t pushed her.
• But the tension between them was undeniable.
• Damian sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window. He could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. He knew Amara was running from something—maybe from him, maybe from herself.