99

Nerthus

I’m leaning against the seat of the fancy limousine Arawn drove us to the amusement park in. With a deep sigh, I watch the city pass by my window, the smell of the leather and the constant rumbling of the motor lulling me to sleep.

After having brought Danny home, who left the car under strong protest, we didn’t speak once.

My heart is beating so strongly in my chest that I fear that he can hear it.

After another few minutes of painful silence, his deep baritone disrupts it, making my heart jump in my chest. “Are you alright?”

Turning my head to look at him, I see him staring at the street forcefully while he clenches the steering wheel. His exhaustion is dominant in his traits, even if another emotion seems to push through.

It could be uncomfortable nervousness, but I could be wrong.

Maybe because of what he said to me.

He might sense something as he usually reads me like a bluff.

“Yes,” I say, sighing again. “Will you promise me not to freak out if I take a bit to answer yo