Escalating Threats

Ella's POV:

The ride back to Arec's penthouse was suffocatingly silent. I stared out of the window, but everything outside seemed blurry, distant. My mind was racing, trying to piece together how close I'd come to dying tonight.

The fire, the smoke, the panic, it had been more than just an attack. It was a message. Whoever was doing this wasn't just after me, they wanted me terrified, cornered, helpless. And it was working.

Arec was tense, his knuckles gripping the steering wheel so hard that I could almost hear the leather creak under his hands. His anger hung in the air like a storm cloud, ready to burst at any second.

But he was holding it back, keeping it in check, for me. His eyes flicked towards me several times during the drive, concern etched into every line of his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. There was nothing to say right now, only the need to get somewhere safe.