Chapter 232 Don't Push Me

• Ariana's POV:
• Stefan had driven me home the previous day, leaving my car still at the hospital. If he didn't offer a ride today, I'd be stuck calling a cab, and that was the last thing I wanted.
• He wasn't going to swallow his pride. I could tell. And I wasn't about to ask, either. After breakfast, I grabbed my coat and headed out. The path was slick with snow, and every step felt like stepping on shards of ice. The cold burned through my shoes, sending sharp stings up my legs. My mind was in knots—was he still angry about last night? Hadn't we already talked this through?