Chapter 35 In The Arms Of Another

• Chapter 35 (Ava’s POV)
• Walter drove us through the quiet streets, his hand loose on the wheel, humming under his breath. Meanwhile, I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, my head turned completely away from him, resting against the cool glass of the window. The silence between us wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was better than the alternative—me glaring at him for bringing me out tonight when I didn’t even want to be here in the first place.
• I wasn’t angry with him, not really. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was sweet, considerate even, and that was the problem. I wasn’t sure if I could handle sweet. Not after Damon. Not with Damon still carved into every broken piece of me.