Avery's Point of View
The cool afternoon air did little to soothe the frantic racing of my heart as I stepped out of the arena's side exit. I gripped the strap of my shoulder bag, desperately scrolling through a ride-sharing app on my phone, only to find a sea of red delays and no available drivers. Without a car of my own yet, I was at the mercy of city traffic, and all I wanted was to get back to the hotel to see Jasmine.
A sleek, black sports car suddenly purred to a halt right in front of the curb, cutting off my path.
The passenger window rolled down smoothly, revealing Rhett sitting behind the wheel. He had changed into a dark tailored jacket, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line. He didn't look at me, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"Get in," he said, his voice entirely s
