DAMON'S POV
The car eased forward, tires crunching softly against the loose gravel as we slipped out of the hotel driveway. The morning sun blazed through the windshield, casting harsh glares across the glass, forcing my eyes into a squint. I blinked against the brightness, but it did little to clear the haze clouding my thoughts. The events of the morning clung to me like smoke—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. A heavy silence sat between us, dense with the weight of what had happened, until Dante shattered it with a firm smack against my chest.“Just keep driving,” he muttered, voice low and sharp with sarcasm. “We’ll be plastered across every damn front page tomorrow anyway. Might as well make a graceful exit.”He gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head, then tacked on with mock irritation, “And don’t tell me you bent my rim back there.”I shot him a glance, one brow raised, the edge of my mouth twitching despite myself. “Chill. I’ll buy y
