Aaron's POV
When we exit the alley, I drag Maya down the he curb where the van is waiting for us. They'd already been called to wait there.
Maya goes in first, her demeanor all stiff and unapproachable. The air conditioning of the van hits my face when duck to enter inside.
It's a welcome change to the stiff air outside that's been filling my lungs.
I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the artificial air.
It's a futile attempt to calm the hot blood still pumping in my veins.
The rage I felt for Andrew has not subsided. It's just been replaced by a gnawing anger at myself. For being so careless, so reckless. For losing my cool in public.
"Asher," Maya startles me, her voice a quiet plea. "What was that?"
I look away from her. I can't stand to see the hurt in her
