Chapter 53

Amelia's p.o.v

I was quietly listening to music in the car while Ian drove. I didn't want to talk much or even look at him because it was getting hard for me. want it or not I had to leave his pack and this day was more of a farewell than anything.

I frowned then looked at him when he touched my hand linking it to his.

"Do you like music?" He asked softly.

I bit my lower lip and chewed on it lightly. The tingles and his voice were pure bliss sadly they made me feel even sadder than I already was.

"You don't?" He asked again this time with a frown.

"No, I do love music." I answered in a whisper then cleared my throat.

"Really?" He asked loudly.

"Yes, a lot. And as hard as it is to believe, I weigh mostly on Oldies." I answered.

"Well, I like them too." He said calmly.

"What of movies?" He asked.

"I never watched movies in my pack because I was mostly working and doing chores. The only free time I got, I spent it reading a few books." I answered honestly.

He kept