Ara’s POV
There's something undeniably charming about the way Benedict manages to blend confidence with warmth, leaving behind a palpable sense of security despite his departure. I nod and sit beside Bianca, the whirlwind of the evening slowly settling around us.
As the adrenaline begins to fade, I’m left with a mix of exhaustion and relief. Sarah’s quiet strength and Benedict’s unexpected yet sharp kindness offer me comfort I hadn’t anticipated.
Half an hour later, Bianca finally stirs awake, bolting upright and staring at me with wide eyes. "Wha...what the f**k! What is going on?"
I take a deep breath, explaining what happened. Disbelief and realization crash together on her face like turbulent waves.
“I swear, if you dare to make up this shit...” Her voice trembles with the weight
