Chapter twelve

ALVA

 The ride to his place was an awkward one. In fact, if there was a word to describe the way I felt, I was pretty sure the term would worse than awkward. The feelings that rushed through me ranged from fear; the fear that Nikolas would figure everything out to disgust; repulsion at myself and the man who drove us. I wanted nothing more but to end this. I just wished I knew how. I hated that I needed him. I hated that I could not figure out a solution that did not have Nikolas Sica in the picture. I pressed my hands on the necklace that graced my neck. The gold necklace was one of the few things I could remember my sister, Charis by. She would have had an idea if she was still around. Why wouldn't she? After all, if there was anyone who hated Nikolas Sica more than I did, it had to be Charis.

“So,” Nikolas finally spoke as he continued to drive into the unknown. “Is this how the tension is going