Aria's POV
The car rolled to a stop, and I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt. I stepped out of Amanda’s silver Volvo, my feet hitting the familiar gravel of the front driveway. Two of the Black Moon warriors who had escorted me moved swiftly, standing tall beside the vehicle with alert eyes, scanning the surroundings like silent shadows.
Before I could thank them, the roar of another engine filled the quiet afternoon. I turned to see my bright yellow Ferrari pull up behind Amanda’s car, driven by one of the warriors who had been tasked to bring it home for me. It gleamed under the soft sunlight, a sharp contrast to the muted colors of the old two stories house.
The sound of tires crunching against gravel must have reached my mother’s ears, because just moments later, she appeared at the fro
