Aria’s POV
The drive back felt like a punishment.
No one spoke. The only sound was the low growl of the engine and the hum of the tires eating the road. I sat in the back seat, my hands still shaking, my chest still too tight to breathe properly. I kept waiting for him to say something, anything, but he didn’t. He didn’t even look at me once. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white on his knees, his eyes straight ahead like I wasn’t even there.
When the car finally stopped, he got out first he didn’t wait, didn’t open the door for me, didn’t ask if I was okay. He slammed it behind him, and the sound made me jump.
He walked toward the house fast, and I followed because what else could I do? My body was running on fear and adrenaline and exhaustion, and my legs felt like they didn’t bel
