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The air outside was cold, it ran down her bare arms and made her shiver, but right now, she wasn't sure if her shivering was from the sheer cold of the night of from the dangerously cold look in Luca's eyes as he drove them home.

He hasn't said a word for over twenty minutes into the ride.

His shoulders were tense and his hands were gripping the steering wheel firmly, way too firmly.

She exhaled audibly, rubbing her arms from the cold.

Occasionally her eyes will drift to him discreetly, and his jaw remained clenched each time.

He was mad, furious perhaps, and he was holding it all in.

All because of her.

Hazel wasn't sure she had ever really seen Luca mad before, he had always been quiet and calm the past few weeks.

And besides, this was her first time seeing him since the wedding over a week ago. She didn't think it would be in such a scenario as this.

She jumped a bit as the windows made a small noise when they begun to roll upwards.

She turned to him, he didn't even spare