Ryan drove through the quiet night roads, his hands tight on the steering wheel.

Aria lay weakly in the passenger seat, her breathing uneven. Every now and then she shifted slightly, her face flushed, her body still reacting to the drug in her system.

Ryan glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

“Just hold on…” he murmured under his breath.

The drive felt longer than usual.

Finally, the gates of his mansion opened and the car rolled inside. Ryan stopped the car quickly and stepped out.

He opened the passenger door and carefully lifted Aria into his arms.