I froze and stared out the car window.
The city lights of Q City passed by in long golden streaks under the dim streetlamps. Reflections moved across the glass like restless shadows. My head was still a little heavy from the alcohol, but the air inside the car felt colder than before.
I slowly turned my head toward Finnick.
His profile was sharp under the faint glow of the dashboard lights. His jaw was set. His eyes were darker than usual, focused straight ahead. There was no teasing curve to his lips, no softness.
He looked stern.
Too stern.
I sobered up immediately.
"Are you angry, Finnick?" I asked quietly.
Any man would be furious if he saw another man cornering his mate like that.
"What do you think?" he replied without looking at me.
The temperature inside the car seemed to drop a few degrees.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered.
He glanced at me then, one brow lifting slightly. "That's it?"
My mind raced. Suddenly panic rushed through me.
