Chapter 41

• I slid into the passenger seat beside her, my eyes darkening as I watched Ava clutch the steering wheel like it was a shield. “You… what do you want to do?” she asked, her voice shaky, protective like I was some predator ready to strike.
• What did I want to do? Ha. God, she had no idea. But right now, I wasn’t here to fight. I was barely holding back the fire inside me.
• I loosened the collar of my crisp white shirt button by button letting the cool night air brush against my chest. She watched me carefully, her gaze flickering between caution and something softer, almost mesmerized. For a heartbeat, she forgot about Little White, the car she clung to like it was her lifeline.