Everythjng seemed like a whirlwind. The Asylum, the car, the apartment. Ariel had never been in a car before that point and while the experience was new it just added to her sense of discomfort. It was noisy and confining. On any other day she would have taken to the task with spirit. But that day she felt drained and exhausted.
A trip to her apartment allowed her to collect things she needed. The photos from earlier were still shattered on one side of the room. She ignored them as if they had never existed. In a trance she gathered clothes, accessories, anything she might want.
And then it was upstairs to a strange apartment. Steve's apartment. Her intended destination before the abduction. Then Ariel found herself curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket and with a steaming cup of tea curled in both palms. Her eyes went to the liquid. The steam burned the wound above her eye.
But she wouldn't look at him when he spoke to her. She couldn't. Edward said she was dangerous, and she would not hurt him. Instead she nodded and sipped the tea carefully.