Alicia's heart skipped at the coldness in his voice. It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. His tone left no room for argument. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to run, to escape from the danger that still lingered in the air, but the crushing weight of his command held her still, like a vice around her chest.
She hesitated for a brief moment, her legs like jelly as she forced herself to move, still feeling the tremors of fear coursing through her. The image of the werewolf's ferocity, of Adrien's cold precision, and the way everything had unfolded—it was all too much. Yet, she didn't have the strength to refuse.
With shaking hands, she wiped the dampness from her face, trying to steady her breath, and slowly made her way to the car. Her steps felt too slow, too unsteady, but Adrien didn't wait, didn't even glance at her again.
