Aria’s POV
The soft hum of running water had just stopped when I heard the distant rumble of an engine pulling into the driveway. I paused, towel wrapped tightly around me, water still dripping from the ends of my hair. My gaze flicked toward the wall clock. 2:04 AM.
What the hell?
Frowning, I stepped barefoot onto the balcony, the cool air prickling against my damp skin. The moon hung full and bright above, casting silver shadows over the front lawn. My eyes squinted against the glow of headlights, trying to make out the car parked below.
Orion.
A familiar wave of surprise—and concern—rushed through me as I watched him step out from the driver’s side. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it gently. A second later, Amanda emerged, her form unmistakable. Her long white dre
