Aria's POV
I tried to sniff the driver's scent. He probably wasn't like me who never went out without smearing myself with scent masking potion or drinking it, to avoid being recognized my anyone.
Unfortunately, I couldn't sniff any familiar scent from him.
I turned away, clutching Lana tighter. My pulse pounded like war drums.
The car soon slowed to a stop, and a short tap of the horn jolted me out of my haze. My vision swam for a moment before I realized where we were — the narrow path leading to the staff dorms.
"Thank you," I murmured, my voice rough and weak. It barely sounded like me.
My arm shook as I reached for the door, the other instinctively wrapping around Lana, shielding her small, warm body from the rain and the chill. Something as simple as opening a door felt like tr
