Darian's POV
The door shuts with a soft click, but the silence that follows hits like a slam.
I sit there, hands locked around the wheel, staring at the spot where she stood before walking away. The air still feels charged, like her anger is trapped inside the car with me.
My knuckles turn white. I tell myself to let her go. She needs space, and pushing harder will only make her retreat deeper into whatever wall she hides behind. But knowing that doesn’t help. My chest still burns with everything I didn’t say right, everything that came out wrong.
Her scent lingers, faint, soft, but threaded with his. Kaelen. The moment it hit me, everything inside me went tight. That was what started this whole mess.
I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Should’ve trusted her.
But all I could think abou
