The car had been stationary for a long time before Michael finally pulled back. The air in the vehicle was heavy, smelling of rain and the unspoken fury of a man who refused to let go.
Without a word, he moved back to the driver's seat. He drove through the darkness, the silence between them like a blade, until he pulled up to the gates of the Sin Estate.
"Get out," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.
Evelyn stared at him. Is that it? He drags me into the middle of nowhere just for this? Infuriated, she slammed the car door so hard the glass rattled. Her legs felt like jelly as her feet hit the pavement, a lingering effect of his recent 'madness' She turned toward the villa, only to hear the roar of his engine as he accelerated away without looking back.
Ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through her mind once again.
