15 Chapter 15

Iris's POV

FOR HOURS, the tension rose thicker and thicker in the air.

Colt's knuckles remained white as he gripped the steering wheel throughout the ride, glaring toward the road, and his jaw muscles were clenching most of the time.

They were both tensed.

Silence lingered on Gael—if he was not to check his watch, he tapped his fingers against his knees.

Silence.

Silence.

Plainly, the humming of the engine or a rumble when the tires hit the gravelly road and the alarm when the car turned left or right or passed its speed limit.

I groaned. "Okay. Guys, this is not the trip that I was expecting, and so far the most boring I've ever had. I should have brought a book with me if you two would just keep your mouth shut throughout the ride."

Still scowling, I slid the window open—the hot air rushed in. "Anyone need a cold drink? It's burning hot!" It was appealing, but they knew it was a lie because there were no cold drinks, and I was just craving for one.

Silence.