Chapter 23 The Need We Don't Talk About

• Averin's POV
• The drive back to the packhouse was awfully quiet. Maverick didn’t speak much, and neither did I, not because I didn't want to say anything, but because I didn't trust myself not to sound like a complete moron if I made any attempts to speak now.
• So instead of even bothering to try, I kept my eyes on the road with my hands tight around the steering wheel, but if there was one thing I was thankful for, it was the fact that the silence between us wasn’t awkward.