ELENA
I sat in the passenger seat beside Devon as he drove on the highway that led to the city. The night traffic was surprisingly sparse, and he could drive at a high speed though I kept reminding him to slow down every now and then.
I was staring out of the window but also kept glancing in his way to see his jaw set tightly and brows furrowed in the middle of his forehead.
In that state, he looked more than just intimidating. He looked like a man you won't like to cross paths with only to end up to be on the receiving end of his fury.
I had seen him angry before and had been in that place of receiving his fury. Those mere reminders made a shudder run down my spine.
But I always felt like he held himself back every time because he didn't want to hurt me. His reactions then were beyond his control and natural.
And yet he ended up frightening the shit out of me.
What would he do if he unleash his all fury at someone? Where he wouldn't hold back at all?
