My stomach cramped.
My ears rang.
That’s when a black Aston Martin rolled up slowly beside me.
The tinted window slid down.
“Get in,” Ares said.
“I’d rather die.”
“You might, if you don’t get your crazy ass in.”
That shut me up.
My knees buckled slightly. I hated that he saw it.
“Get in the car, Yuna. You are wearing down my patience.”
I swayed.
The world tilted.
I was too tired to argue.
Too dizzy to fight.
I yanked the passenger door open and slid inside without looking at him.
He didn’t say anything while he drove back up the hill.
No music.
No lecture.
Just quiet.
When we pulled back into the estate, security moved like nothing had happened.
He stepped out first and came around to my side, opening the door.
He reached for me.
“I don’t need help,” I snapped.
“You can barely stand.”
“I said I don’t need help.”
I shoved his hand away and stepped out on my own.
The ground shifted under me.
I straightened stubbornly.
“I hate you,” I said.
“You don’t,” he replied.
