CHAPTER 16: TRAITOROUS BODY
ARIA'S POV
“Who is it?”
“What?” I glance up.
Noah’s eyes don’t leave the road, but they flick sideways, sharp. “Your phone. You’ve checked it at least forty times tonight.”
“I have not—”
“Who is it, Aria?” His voice drops. “Who has you so distracted you can’t give me five seconds? Who is it?”
I glance at him. His jaw is set. His eyes are fixed on the road, but they look really cold.
We are on our way back from the restaurant, the Maybach gliding smoothly through the late-night traffic as he drives me to Daisy’s place.
The low tune of snooze by SZA plays in the car.
"It's Remy," I say.
"Your son." He says after a few seconds of silence.
"It's his first night in a strange place. In a city he doesn't know. I promised him I'd be back before he fell a
