The silence inside the carriage was loud enough to make my ears ring, and make me want to burst open the door and run out just to breathe.
Damon's head was still on my shoulder, and I could feel every rise and fall of his breath against my skin. I didn't know if he was asleep or pretending to be, but either way, he was heavy, and he hadn't moved once since we left the gates.
Rhydian sat on my other side with his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes were still locked on Damon like he was planning five different ways to throw him off a cliff.
And across from us, the other two were still watching like wolves in a corner. Mr. Four Eyes tapped his knee like he was timing something in his head, and Mr. Green Eyes had leaned back with the most smug expression I'd ever seen in my life.
The horses' hooves clacked against the cobblestones, steady and rhythmic, but everything else was still. Even the air was suffocating with a feeling of sitting between a thundercloud and a wildfire.
