Chapter 115 One-hundred And Fifteen

• Millicent
• The car door closed with a finality that made my stomach drop. Abel slid into the driver's seat beside me, and the silence that followed was suffocating. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. He didn't start the engine immediately, just sat there breathing carefully, like he was trying to maintain control.
• I should have said something. Anything. But my throat had closed up, and all I could do was sit there while my world tilted toward disaster. The lavender air freshener hanging from his mirror moved slightly in the stillness, its sweet scent mixing with the sharp edge of Abel's anger. Even his scent had changed - the usual cedar and musk now tinged with something dangerous.