The ride back to the pack house is quiet.
Sloane sat stiffly beside Alexander, staring out the window, but her mind wasn't on the beautiful landscape. It was still trapped in that room, hearing her father's voice, Celeste's accusations, Ryland's sneering words.
Alexander didn't speak either. He simply sat there, one arm draped lazily over the seat. He'd glance at her a couple of times but not say a word.
By the time they arrived, Sloane wasn't sure if she could even move. But then Alexander was there, stepping out first before offering his hand.
She glanced at him, hesitating for a second before taking his hand. His grip was firm, warm. He helped her down, his fingers brushing lightly against hers before he let go.
She didn't pull away immediately.
Instead, she turned to him, searching his face. "Alexander."
He looked at her, his brows slightly furrowed. "Hmmm."
