Brandon leaned down, picked up my coat, and draped it over my shoulders with a gentle elegance. "Can I drive you home?"

"Sure."

As Aurora had gone, I had also grown sick of the place.

On the way back, Brandon glanced over at me while holding the steering wheel. "Are you still worried about Aurora?"

"No."

I shook my head. "She is a tough girl. She can handle herself."

Aurora was good at weighing her options. She knew when to pull away before things got too ...