Chapter 36

Quinn

Troy bundled me into the car, strapped me in, and got in on the driver’s side. He adjusted the seat, moving almost all the way back, before he started the engine.

Not once did he look at me or acknowledge my existence. I felt worse than snake shit about everything that had happened, but there was nothing I could do to change things.

The silence stretched out into an eternity, and I kept myself occupied by watching Troy.

I’d never seen him drive before, and it was fascinating watching his movements. The way he gripped the steering wheel, and how his big hands smoothly shifted gears, even the way his eyes focused on the road was mesmerising.

The atmosphere in the car was thick and uncomfortable. I didn’t even feel this vulnerable and small on the night he bought me.

“What will happen to Elize?” I asked after a while, unable to take his silence one more minute.

The muscles around Troy’s jaws clenched. His voice was flat when he answered, “Harold lost his mate a few years ago.