Chapter 7

Syria’s POV

She suddenly threw the car keys at me.

“Want to drive my car?” she asked, her eyes playful as she raised a brow at me.

I glanced at her, letting a small smile tug at the corner of my lips. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll drive.”

“That’s my girl,” she said proudly.

We climbed into her car, and I settled into the driver's seat. The instant I turned the ignition and heard the engine hum, an odd feeling of calm came over me. The gentle roar of the engine, the wind buffeting against the roof, the road ahead of us. It was something I’d been looking forward to.

As we left the tribe's gates, there was an oppressive silence between us. But Violet, as usual, broke the tension first.

"So what are you going to do now?" she asked, crossing her arms and staring at me. "I heard you left your cousin's wedding. You lost it out there, I suppose? That’s why I actually came to visit you."

My hands gripped the steering wheel slightly harder. "So fast did the rumors spread, huh?"

"Sure did. Everyone k