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THIRTY-SIX

Author: Cosmix
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Reigna

The drive home was suffocating.

The tension inside the car was too thick, lingering between us like an unseen force, crackling with everything that hadn’t been said. Carlisle’s hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding himself back from saying something he knew he shouldn’t.

I refused to speak first.

My heart was still racing, my skin still burning from the scene at the bar—from the way he had pulled me away from Axle, from the way his fury had been barely contained, and from the way he had looked at me.

Not just with anger. Not just with control. But with something else.

Something undeniable.

I turned my head toward the window, watching the city blur past us in streaks of neon, trying to steady my breath. I couldn’t let myself think about it too much. Couldn’t let myself fall into the trap of reading into something that might not be there at all.

"Do you even understand what you're doing?"

His voice was low, stra
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