JASMINE'S POV
I could barely focus in the car.
Every bump in the road made the pain worse, almost like my bones were buzzing with heat. The seatbelt pressed against my scar, sharp like a knife, and I couldn't tell if I was sweating or just losing control inside.
Aiden kept one hand on the wheel and the other locked firmly around mine, squeezing every time I whimpered.
He didn't talk much, and he didn't need to. His silence was probably due to the fact that he had no idea what to say to stop my pain.
By the time we pulled into the mansion, I was holding myself together by sheer will and the thread of his presence.
Aiden didn't waste a second. He unbuckled, came around the car, and lifted me like I was made of feathers, not fire.
Inside, the air was cool, but it did nothing to ease the burning under my skin. He carried me straight to the living room and gently laid me down on the couch, his hand instantly brushing my hair off my clammy forehead.
