C15 ALEXANDER'S POV

ALEXANDER'S POV

I drove Isabella home in silence, the hum of the car’s engine filling the space between us. I kept glancing over at her from the corner of my eye, watching the way her fingers fidgeted in her lap, how she pressed her lips together as if she had a thousand words stuck behind them. But she didn’t say anything, and neither did I. There was something soothing about the quiet