The words hung in the air like a storm cloud.
He's on his way.
I looked away from Joshua, pretending it didn't matter. But my stomach coiled tighter with every passing second.
The last thing I wanted was to meet Christian here, at the place where our twisted fate began. The house he'd snatched away from me.
Still, I waited.
I paced in front of the gate like a lost girl waiting for something she didn't really want to come.
And then he did.
The black car came to a slow deliberate stop in front of the house.
I didn't need to see his face to know it was him. I felt it, the shift in the air. The weight of his presence.
He stepped out, looking as collected and unbothered as ever, like he hadn't just wrecked me a few hours ago.
Christian didn't say anything at first. He just stared at me.
I hated how calm he always looked. How his silence always made me feel like the unstable one. Like I was the hurricane, and he was the calm before it.
"Get in the car," he finally said.
