7.

I sat stiffly at the back of the car as Shiro drove us to the penthouse. The muscles in my shoulders were rigid, it felt like the stiffness was clawing up my throat almost making it impossible to breathe. Unshed tears made my golden-brown eyes shimmer as I let my gaze trail the buildings passing by in a blur.

The words Davian had thrown at me so casually hit me harder than a train wreck and I was struggling to balance myself before I toppled over.

I thought I knew what humiliation was after what Blair and Silas did to me, but Davian showed me that it had different flavours, and his version left a bitter and unforgettable taste in my mouth.

“I’m assuming it didn’t go well” Shiro spoke, and I met his eyes in the mirror. There was no judgement in his eyes because that was who he was. He would never judge me. We hadn’t spoken since I ran to the car, like a puppy with its tail between its leg. He drove off without any question and I thought there wouldn’t be any.

I didn’t even have to conf