The Third Person's POV
Inside the sleek black van, Elena beamed, clutching Aria's sleeve with pure excitement.
"Aria, you're unbelievable! You just walked up to that car, and it backed off like a frightened pup!"
Aria offered a faint smile, but her brow remained furrowed.
In fact, she found the whole thing bizarre too.
She hadn't even had the chance to knock on the car window or drop a single threat. The second the driver caught a look at her face, he peeled out as if he had seen a ghost.
A few blocks away, Joe's knuckles turned bone-white against the steering wheel as he slammed his foot onto the gas. Sweat poured down his temples, drenching his collar.
The second he recognized Aria walking toward his car, a phantom ache flared across his ribs and jaw.
He and Coby were still
