GARRETT POV
Driving had never felt like this before.
Not even close.
My hand was wrapped around Amaranta’s, fingers laced tight like if I let go for even a second she might disappear again, and I knew that was irrational, I knew she was right there beside me, alive, breathing, very much present—but after what had happened in that forest, after feeling myself slip out of my own body and then being dragged back into it like something that refused to die, I wasn’t taking chances.
Not with her.
Not with us.
I thought more than once about tying her to me with a rope or something... Handcuffs maybe... Not for the fun kind of Saturday night—though, let’s be real—but because the idea of a physical lock between us was the only thing that felt secure enough after the forest.
Just to be sure
