Ryan Pov
“Let me drop you off,” I said, my tone firm but leaving no room for argument. After a brief hesitation, she nodded and said okay, her wariness evident.
We quietly walked to my car, Aurora was walking slowly because of her wounds. I opened the door for her and she said thank you, it was almost like a whisper.
Now, even in the dim glow of the streetlights, her tension was palpable. I noticed how she flinched every time I shifted in my seat, as if she expected me to lash out. It grated on my nerves more than I cared to admit.
I stole another glance at her. She was so fragile-looking, her frame almost too small for the oversized sweater Caleb had purchased in haste. And yet, there was a stubbornness in the way she held herself, a refusal to crumble despite her obvious weakness. I
