Ariana blinked at him, unsure if she’d heard correctly.
“You’ll be riding with me from now on,” Vincent had said, just like that as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As if her entire nervous system hadn’t just short-circuited.
Her lips parted, but she caught herself before any sound came out. She quickly masked the shock with a polite smile, the kind she had perfected since her first day as his assistant.
“Uhh. Yes, Mr Blackthorn,” she murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she hid the faint smirk that threatened to show.
Vincent didn’t answer. His gaze remained on her for a few seconds longer, as though studying her expression, then drifted back to the window. Ariana looked away too, forcing herself to focus on the scenery rushing by.
Her heart, howe
