ARIA'S POV.
I kept walking, my thoughts still filled with the weight of the words I had just thrown at Dante. If I was being honest, I felt kind of tensed, but I refused to let it show on my face. Even though he was long gone, I still felt as though if I looked back, I would probably find him still standing there, stone and fire in equal measures.
I had been halfway across the yard when I stopped without meaning to.
The growl of an engine reached my ears, and I turned just in time to see the black car pulling out. The windows were tinted dark, but I didn’t need to see inside to know he was there. Dante. Sitting in the back, probably still simmering in that storm I had helped light.
I stood frozen, watching as it glided past, and only then did I realize I was holding my breath.
As the
