Aria's POV
I didn't look back.
I held Peter tighter and walked faster.
Outside the bar, cold night air washed over me, but it didn't clear the knot in my chest. Peter's weight on my shoulder dragged at me, his body heavy and limp, each step harder than the last.
"Driver—could you help me, please?" I whispered, my voice shaking. My legs felt strained; even with my wolf strength simmering under my skin, dead weight was dead weight.
The driver hurried over, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. Together, we managed to get Peter into the backseat. As soon as he was settled, the pressure lifted from my arms, and I finally sucked in a real breath.
"Hey, is that your boyfriend?" the driver asked lightly."Had a fight or something? Guy came here drinking this late?"
I forced a thin smil
