The ride with Aeron was… well, awkward didn't even begin to cover it.
How do you even begin to describe the feeling of sitting in the backseat with your mate's father-in-law in the front, driving like an executioner behind the wheel, while his son sat beside you, and your other mate stretched out, acting like the situation was completely normal?
Violet sat stiffly, staring at the road ahead, until Roman leaned in with that infuriating smirk, his breath tickling her ear.
"So, love," he drawled, his voice deliberately pitched so Aeron could probably hear every word if he cared to. "Do I call him sir, or just go straight to Dad?"
Violet nearly choked on her breath, her eyes widening in horror. She elbowed him hard, whispering back, "Shut. Up."
If Aeron heard him, he didn't flinch, his eyes fixed on the road. Although Violet had a feeling his pointed silence was on purpose.
