Aidan’s POV
After a very long and stressful drive, filled with Avery's constant battles against her seatbelt, I felt like I had aged at least a decade.
"Let me out, Aidan!" she whined, squirming in her seat like a restless child. "I need to be free! You’re caging me in!"
"You're not caged, Avery. It’s called wearing a seatbelt. For safety reasons."
She huffed dramatically, crossing her arms. "For safety reasons? Ha! That’s exactly what villains say before they lock their victims up in towers! Oh my Goddess, am I your prisoner?" She gasped, staring at me with wide, glassy eyes, her drunken mind fully convinced of the delusion she had just created.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You're not my prisoner. You’re my mate, and I’m trying to get you home in one piece. Now, sit still and—"
