His anger

Sara POV

As we sat in the car, Aron instructed the driver to drive. His tightened jaw filled me with fear that he would chastise me once more for leaving the house without his permission. He would have raped me in front of the public if Aron hadn't arrived to save me then.

I want to thank him for rescuing me from that man, even if I'm not sure how he got there. I can't believe the old man was Aron's father. How could he treat his son in such a harsh manner? I refrained from asking him about his father, afraid to look him in the eye, as his heated gaze remained fixed on my face.

In an attempt to deflect his stare, I looked out the car window. Whenever there was a moment of silence between us, I always felt a sense of relief, but now I can sense the quiet before the storm in this uncomfortable silence. Why won't he talk to me? If he let his rage out on me, I was relieved, but his stillness made me feel queasy.

Despite seeing his protectiveness for me, I don't have to worry about his