He seemed disoriented, losing track of the way in his anger. His brow furrowed as he stared at the road laid out before him, his hands clenching into tight fists on the steering wheel.
She couldn't find the right words to break the heavy silence that enveloped them. She merely watched him, feeling his confusion as if it were her own.
Then, with a muffled grunt, he appeared to snap back to reality, twisting the gear around and reversing back to where they had lost their way.
Another moment of pause followed.
"I won't do it again," she murmured when the silence became too heavy to bear.
"God help you if you try."
His tone was mild but with a hint of seriousness that made her realize he wasn't making an empty threat. He didn't want her to endanger herself or him again.
And maybe that was why she decided to ask the question that had been bugging her since last night.
"Did you mean it?"
