ARIEL Dimitri insisted on driving me.I'd tried to refuse. Told him I could take the car myself, that I didn't need a chaperone, that I'd be fine. But he'd looked at me with those steady, knowing eyes and said, "I'm not asking, Ariel. I'm telling you. You're not going alone."And I hadn't argued. Because part of me was relieved. Because part of me was terrified of what I was about to do, and having someone there, even if they didn't know the full story, made it easier to breathe.The car was warm, the heater humming softly against the winter chill. Dimitri drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes on the road, his expression neutral. He didn't push. Didn't pry. Just let the silence stretch between us like a comfortable blanket."You don't have to do this, you know," he said finally."Yes, I do.""Whatever you owe him…” "It's not about what I owe him." I stared out the window at the passing trees. "It's about what he knows. What he can use against me. It’s just better to pay him off
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