Hunter POV
Dana is silent as I drive in the car, her eyes glancing out the window, her hand cradled in her other one, while I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to think of what to say now that we are alone together again. Part of me wants to apologize for the way that I’ve treated her, but one glance at her blazing eyes and I feel as though she’ll rip me to shreds for even trying. I sigh and Dana shifts in her seat, a look of discomfort on her face. The burn on her hand looks painful, I note, glancing at the palm and seeing it look as though it’s beginning to blister, the burn itself bright red and angry looking.
“Does it hurt?” I asked and she remained tight-lipped, stubbornly refusing to answer me.
“Dana,” I say quietly “I know you’re upset with me but….” I trailed off,
