- ARIA
The interior of the SUV felt like a vacuum. No sound, no air, just the crushing pressure of Luca’s presence in the driver’s seat.
I didn't want to look at him. I didn't even want to breathe the same recycled oxygen.
I leaned my head against the window, watching the jagged mountain pines blur into a messy green streak.
My reflection in the glass looked like a stranger with pale face, messy hair, and eyes that looked like they’d seen a ghost. Which, I guess, they had.
"Aria."
His voice was a low rumble, testing the waters. I didn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut, pretending the vibration of the tires on the asphalt was the only thing I could feel.
"I know you’re not asleep," he muttered. I heard his fingers drum against the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Thump.
