ARIA'S POV
I flinched at the sound of Dante's voice, raw with frustration and something darker—something I hadn’t heard from him in a long time.
I knew that tone. It was the one he used when he was close to losing control, the one he used when his patience had finally run out.
Before I could say anything, before I could even process the tension spilling out between the two brothers, Finn turned to the driver. “Start the car,” he ordered, his voice low but firm.
The driver hesitated, glancing between us in the rearview mirror. He looked unsure, clearly caught between the brewing storm outside and the quiet command inside the car.
“Now!” Finn’s voice cracked like a whip, leaving no room for argument.
The driver jerked forward in response, and in an instant, the car surged ahead, pulling away from Dante and the chaos of the banquet.