Elena
I found myself inside Alaric's car instead of the cab.
He insists on taking me back to his residence even though I told him he doesn't need to and he can just stay with his relatives—yet he didn't listen, leaving me with no other choice but to ride his car.
Sitting on the passenger seat, my gaze remained fixed on the passing streets and blurred rows of trees outside. The only sound inside the car was the low hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of tires brushing against asphalt.
“You changed.”
I paused.
The words were quiet, but they carried weight.
Have I really changed? I don't think so.
I turned my head and looked at him. Confusion plastered my expression, though deep down, I knew exactly what he was referring to.
After all, I had been scandalous ear
