Amber
My stomach won’t stop churning. Alex isn’t acting like himself and driving at a scary speed through the traffic. He was always a big and scary guy, but he is colder now, more intimidating than ever. I regret picking the front seat. Why didn’t I choose to sit with Edison in the back?
Alex drives past another car, and I sink into the seat, hoping I will survive the drive home. I wonder how Alex is going to treat me back at the mansion.
I know that he doesn’t trust me since he doesn’t know whether or not I’m working with Alpha Ashlee. His cold attitude towards me is a way to protect himself and his heart, and I guess that, in a way, I can’t blame him. I’m not his enemy, but Alex doesn’t know that.
“Guys,” Edison’s head is hovering over the middle console, and there is a big smile o
