~ALLISON’S POV~
The car was silent when I climbed in, save for the faint hum of the engine. Ash didn’t look at me as I settled into the passenger seat, pulling his oversized shirt tighter around me.
He stared straight ahead, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other drumming against the gearshift. His knuckles were still bloody, and I could see tiny shards of glass embedded in his skin.
“You should get that cleaned up,” I said, breaking the silence.
Ash let out a low scoff, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “You think I care?”
“You should,” I replied. “Unless you want to end up with an infection. Or worse.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he shifted the car into drive, the tires crunching against the gravel as we pulled out onto the road.
I leaned back in the seat,
