C39 Mark's POV

I tapped my foot on the floor of my car incessantly as my fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Brielle sat beside me, her eyes straight ahead. I didn’t even think she was breathing because she was as still as a statue. We hadn’t spoken since the fight we had about Amelia and she didn’t dare look at me. It felt like she was afraid of me and the thought alone made my lip curve into a smirk