Chapter 175 Hundred And Seventy Five

• ARIEL’S POV
• The night was thick, heavy with a kind of silence that felt wrong. I turned into the garage, my headlights slicing through the dark and landing straight on him. Ryan. He was pacing like a restless animal, back and forth, shoulders tight, fists clenching at his sides. My chest tightened before I could stop it.
• I cut the engine and stepped out, the slam of my car door echoing loud, slicing through his frantic pacing. He froze and turned, locking his eyes on me. That gaze was enough to pin me where I stood, but I forced myself forward, forced my chin high like he hadn’t already unraveled me just by standing there.