Ariana's pov
I rolled my eyes, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me. “We’ll see about that.”
We stepped out into the morning sunlight, the air crisp and clear. Zack opened the passenger door for me with an exaggerated bow.
“Your chariot awaits, princess.”
I gave him a look. “If this ends in a ditch, I’m haunting you.”
He laughed, climbing in beside me. “Fair enough.”
The drive was quiet in the best way. Sunlight filtered through the windows, washing over the dashboard. Zack drummed his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of a song playing on the radio, humming a little under his breath. He looked so at ease, like the world never managed to bother him. I envied that.
Every now and then, he’d glance at me, like he wanted to say something but decided against it. For some r
