Chapter 37

He threw her an unamused look over his shoulder, seeing her look down to twiddle her fingers nervously, which only made him sigh. Looking back at the car to get a grip on himself and reality, he began kicking at the solid rubber of the tire with his boot toe childishly, trying to distract his head from the urge to throw something. He needed to self-calm.

“Why do you never talk about your childhood?” His tone softened, new direction, trying to change this whole topic to something else… anything. He didn’t even know why he would choose this topic among them all. He just needed to talk about anything else. Maybe a little insight into her past would help him understand why she was this way. Simmer his anger.

“What?” He instantly heard her voice’s defensive, scared tone, which didn’t help with his mood. “There’s nothing to talk about… You have knowledge of the highlights,” she said drily, that warning tone in her voice she used when the conversation was over.

“I know bi