All Chapters of At My Driver’s Command: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: SeraphinaThe sound stopped as suddenly as it started.A quiet, heavy pause filled the air, the kind that hummed with things unsaid. Avery stood frozen near her bed, her hoodie too big, her breath uneven. I could hear the faint tremor in her exhale, the shallow rise and fall of her chest.For a second, I thought I’d imagined it, that strange, breathy noise that didn’t belong in this room. But the look on her face said otherwise.She looked like someone standing in the middle of a secret.I blinked, trying to make sense of it. “Did you… hear that?” I asked softly.Her eyes snapped up. “What?”“That sound.” I tried to laugh it off, though it came out uncertain. “Thought I heard something weird. Like…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the word out loud.Avery’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Then she forced a shaky laugh. “Oh. Probably the neighbors. They’ve been… loud lately.”Her voice was too calm, too careful.I nodded slowly, pretending to believe her. “Right. The neighb

POV: SeraphinaThe halls of Eden brook Academy always smelled faintly of coffee, fresh ink, and too much perfume. It was the kind of place where even silence felt expensive, wide marble floors that echoed with the confidence of people who’d never had to prove their worth.Avery and I walked side by side, but the distance between us felt like miles. She was unusually quiet, her head bent toward her phone, thumbs moving too fast.“Who are you texting?” I asked, trying for casual.She looked up, startled. “What? Oh… no one. Just group chat stuff.”Her tone was too quick, too light.I forced a smile and nodded, pretending not to notice the faint blush that followed. Pretending not to care that Alex had been the last person she looked at before stepping out of his car.When we reached the lecture hall, the usual noise greeted us; laughter, the scrape of chairs, a few over-caffeinated boys trying too hard to sound smart.Avery and I slipped into our usual seats near the window. The sun pool

POV: AlexAvery walked away before I could say goodbye. Just like that. Her perfume lingered in the air long after she disappeared behind the corner, light, sweet, devastating.I watched her go until she was out of sight, until the sound of her footsteps melted into the crowd of students spilling across the quad.Then I exhaled. Finally.My hands were shaking, though I told myself it was from the morning chill. It wasn’t. It was from her. The sight of her, the sound of her voice, the memory of the way she’d looked at me like I was both the sin and the salvation.Damn it.I leaned back against the car, running a hand over my face. The sunlight was too bright, too honest. It had a way of exposing everything, every secret, every mistake, every lie I’d built my life around.And then, as if on cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket.One look at the screen made my stomach tighten.Layla.I almost didn’t answer. I should’ve ignored it, I knew better than to let her voice crawl back into my head. B

POV: AveryThe lecture hall felt impossibly quiet, though the professor’s voice carried on like a faint hum beneath the thrum of my heartbeat. I tried to focus; I really did but my eyes kept flicking toward Seraphina.Something was off.She was fidgeting in her seat, a small, subtle movement at first. Her fingers continually tapping on her notebook, hair twisting around her finger and both ankles bouncing. They were just tiny signs of restlessness, but they screamed louder than words ever could. My chest tightened every time I caught her glance, a brief flick of suspicion, curiosity, maybe even hurt glowed across her face, before she quickly looked away.I forced myself to take notes, but the paper in front of me blurred into lines and loops as my thoughts drifted back to the scene in the parking lot earlier.Alex’s smile. That private warmth he reserved for me. The brush of our hands that had lingered far too long. The taste of it like fire on my tongue. I could feel it under my skin

POV: AlexThe hotel room was silent now. Too silent. The air still carried her scent, the sharp, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly Seraphina. My shirt was damp where her tears had soaked through, my chest still echoing the impact of her head against me, the tremor of her sobs like a storm that wouldn’t end.I sank onto the edge of the bed, fingers running through my hair, trying to process what had just happened.Confusion twisted through me; sharper than any anger I’d felt before. She’d come at me like a hurricane, fierce and unrelenting, and yet… she’d broken away, left me alone in the wreckage she’d created.I pressed my palms to my face, the fabric damp with her tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and for the first time in a long time, I felt powerless. She’d been so violent, so raw… so undeniably herself. And I hadn’t done anything to stop it.Not because I wanted her to hurt me, but because I didn’t know how to stop the tidal wave of emotions she’d unleashed.Her hands on