Aria’s POV
The door of the black sedan clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the city. Inside, the air smelled of leather and a familiar, spicy cologne that made my stomach do a slow, painful flip.
Ryan didn't pull away immediately. He sat with his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn't look at me, but I could feel his gaze heavy on the side of my face.
"You finally looked, didn’t you?" he asked quietly.
His voice didn't carry the smugness I expected. It was flat. Tired. Like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and hated that it was finally here.
I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. The image of the photograph burned behind my eyelids. "How much do you know, Ryan? And don’t lie to me."
He finally shifted the car into gear, pu
