Ayla’s POV
I wanted to argue, wanted to explain that maybe Darvin was different, that maybe he really did know something. But looking at Arkon's face, the tight set of his jaw, the worry lines around his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to type the words.
I nodded instead, watching the streets blur past as he drove. The silence between us felt uncomfortable in a way it rarely was. I had so much I wanted to say, so many questions bubbling up inside me, but every time I reached for my phone, I stopped.
Times like this, I really missed being in the school hostel. When I lived on campus, I could have cornered Darvin between classes, demanded answers without Arkon hovering protectively. Being a day student meant coming home every evening, meant Arkon always knowing where I was and who I was tal
