Diana’s POV
The drive home was silent.
The only sound was the soft hum of tires over the asphalt and the wind whispering through the cracked window, tugging at strands of my hair like it wanted to pull me back to everything I was trying to forget.
The city fell away behind us, block by block, like the fading remnants of a bad dream.
I held the bottle of juice she’d given me, now warm from my trembling hands, its slick surface damp with condensation. It sat heavy in my lap, half-empty, half-forgotten, like it had soaked up some of the fear still coiled in my bones.
My body ached with bruises, but the real pain sat deeper in the part of me still waiting for Kael to explain everything… anything.
I felt Eva glance over at me now and then. Quiet flickers of concern. Measuring. Waiting.
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