“Are you okay?”

Lucian’s voice cut through the silence of the car, his eyes lazily fixed on Aria’s small frame. The car had only been gliding on the quiet streets of Italy for fifteen minutes, not that Aria was counting or begging the stars to let her leave his air for once.

Her head rested against the cool glass of the car window, her gaze glued to the world blurring past outside. She didn’t look at him, or even do as much to move talk less of responding to his question. ...