AMELIA
I was so mad. I couldn't recall ever being this pissed in a long, long time, maybe except for the time when Noah had embarrassed me at the mall.
I stole a glance at Damian, who was driving much too fast. It would serve him right if the cops ordered him to pull over and give him a speeding ticket. I could clearly see that his cheek was reddened where I had slapped him. My fingers curled. I did not regret hitting him. Not one bit.
Finally, he drove through the gates of the house. Before he brought the car to a stop, I scrambled out of it, relieved that at some point during the drive, he had unlocked the door.
"For heaven's sake, Amelia!" I heard him growl from behind me. "At least let the damn car stop first."
I took a few steps forward, retraced my steps, slammed the car door
