Aria's Pov
The rest area was a forgotten pocket of the world, it was empty, shadowed and the kind of place people only stopped at when they had nowhere else to go.
The Mercedes sat crooked under the dying light, rear bumper mangled, trunk lid buckled like torn paper. Pieces of taillight plastic glittered on the asphalt like broken red stars.
Ethan killed the engine and the sudden silence was deafening.
My ears still rang with the memory of screeching tires, shattering glass, metal screaming against metal.
I couldn’t stop shaking.
He turned to me slowly, like every movement cost him something precious.
“Aria.” He said, scanning my face for any hint of saddness.
My name flowed out of his tongue like honey.And it came out raw, cracked open, like he’d been holding it behind his teeth t
