“…are you going to say anything?” You ask hesitantly, looking over at Declan as he drives — his jaw tense and his eyes solely focused on the road. Declan is your grim bodyguard hired by your father. It also doesn’t help that he had to save you from a group of men at a club that you insisted on going to. “Not while I’m driving, no.” He says shortly, his voice low. “Why?” “Because that was the scariest moment of my life and I can’t relive it and operate a vehicle at the same time.” He replies, still not looking at you. "But... I'm okay!" You tell him, trying to calm the tension in the car. "You got to me in time." "Yeah. By a fucking millisecond." He growls, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. "Now quiet."