When we reach the car, he lets me go and opens the passenger door. I watch as he moves to the trunk and tosses everything in.
“Get in the car, Elena!” he snaps, his voice almost a furious growl.
Lexa moves forward with me, fear coiling inside us as hairs rise on the back of my neck.
Hesitant, I can’t seem to get my feet to move when he stops in front of me. He looks up at each end of the street, so many eyes watching us, then he leans closer, wrapping his arms around us and burying his face in my hair. No matter the angle, it looks like two lovers hugging.
“You cause a scene, and you won’t leave your f*****g room,” he growls next to my ear. “Now, get in the car, Elena.” He presses his lips to my forehead before moving toward the passenger door and motioning for us to get in.
“I do
