POV: Naomi
The drive back to the mansion was too quiet.
Sophie was sitting in the backseat and surprisingly, she wasn't talking.
For once.
She was simply sitting there with her head resting against the window looking outside.
And Tristan...
I stole another glance at him every few seconds.
His face looked like it had been carved from stone. There was not a single emotion showing on his face.
His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.
The muscles in his jaw flexed every few seconds.
Whatever Dusten had said to him at the cafe… It had gotten under his skin.
Badly.
I looked away.
Then looked back again at him a few seconds later.
I wanted to ask.
God, I wanted to know what they had talked about.
But I was scared.
Scared that
