ARIA'S POV
The new driver, Damien, was ok and cool. He stood by the car as if he’d been doing this for years, calm, polished, perfectly pressed suit. He smiled when he saw me, that professional, easy smile meant to make you feel safe.
Julian trusted him.
Which meant I should too… right?
I guess I was just over reacting
But trust didn’t come that easily anymore. Not after the ambush. Not after I’d watched the life drain from a man’s eyes on the asphalt while my heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest.
“Morning, Miss Reed,” Damien said, pulling open the car door.
His voice was smooth. Too smooth.
I nodded, sliding into the backseat. “Morning.”
The leather smelled faintly of cedar and something sharper aftershave maybe. He shut the door with quiet precision, rounded the
