Caleb was very angry. There was so much rage on his face that his face looked angular. His face was flushed red. Elize had never seen him this way. His hands had gripped the wheel tightly as if he would crush it. "Who…" Elize trailed off knowing Caleb wouldn't answer. He looked ahead. Those black eyes flickered a blue with potent ferocity of a beast that was lurking inside and scrambling to come out to hunt for the eagle that had smashed against the window.
For the rest of the journey to the inn, no one dared to speak a word seeing his demeanor. The inn where they stopped for the dinner was empty except for the owner and two men who were drinking and watching Hurling—the nation's sport obsession.
Caleb made way for her. They all sat in a spacious area. He checked her everywhere once again to see if she was injured.
