Vincent glanced over at Emily for the tenth time in the last eight minutes. She rested her head against the window with her eyes closed her brows drawn in thought.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Vincent asked, hoping that she would say yes. He had never seen her this quiet before and he didn’t know what to do. How to comfort her, his wolf whined in his head sharing his worry for their mate.
“Not really, I’m okay though.” She said opening her eyes and running her hand through her hair.
Was she really okay?
No, Marco’s words had struck a cord deep within her and she was back to doubting herself and Vincent’s feelings for her.
“We don’t have to go to my parent's house, we can pull over and take a break if you need to,” Vincent said, trying to help Emily anyway he could.
“Vincen
