After she had mocked his answer that he liked being a rogue, the van had gone quiet. The only sound the wind rushing through the windows and her deep breathing as she leaned against the door with her eyes closed. She didn't seem to care as the wind pulled stand after strand of her brown hair from it's updo. She had grown quite pale as the miles passed while her cheeks flushed and burned with fever.
He tried to make himself as small and inconspicuous as possible, trying to stop the fine tremors that were shaking him. He wanted to make as little noise as possible, so as not to again attract her attention. Her beautiful brown eyes had been so cold when they looked at him. Her gaze more stressful than having a gun pointed at his head or even facing his Alpha or the Alpha Rogue, both large, formidable men.
