The silence in the car didn't last long.
Sienna's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, her foot pressing harder on the pedal. The city lights blurred past them, but Ryan barely paid attention to the road—his focus was on her, the rage rolling off her in waves.
"Can you slow down? I don't plan to end up dead because of your recklessness."
"I cannot believe that bastard," Sienna snapped, her voice sharp with fury. "Who the hell does Damien Cross think he is? Throwing me out like I'm some—some nuisance? And Chloe—ugh! Sitting there all high and mighty while I was being humiliated."
Ryan bit the inside of his cheeks, "You embarrassed yourself, Sienna."
Her head snapped toward him, eyes blazing in anger "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His tone was even, but the weight of his words made her grip the wheel tighter.
