დ Aidan დ
Ezra drove like he always did, steady, with one hand on the wheel, and the other resting near the gearshift like he might change lanes without warning. The hum of the tires filled the space between us, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the replay in my head. Elara’s face in that hallway. The way her eyes had sharpened the second she knew who I was. I couldn’t sit still. My knee bounced against the dash until Ezra shot me a look.
“Stop,” he said.
“I have to talk to her,” I muttered.
“No, you don’t,” Ezra countered, his eyes back on the road. “You have a fiancée, remember? One who has been losing her mind looking for you. One who thinks you might be dead in a ditch somewhere. You are not going to fix this by stirring up more trouble in a vineyard driveway,”
“I’m not letting he
