_Author’s POV_
While Zarelle drove and bantered with her brother, the atmosphere in another car twenty kilometers away was far less relaxed.
In the spacious back seat of the Rolls Royce, Calden occupied the left side and kept his eyes fixed on the laptop screen balanced on his lap, though he wasn’t really reading the quarterly reports displayed there.
Thessaly sat to his right, trying in vain to engage him in conversation about her trip, the weather, anything that might break through his cold silence.
As the luxury sedan approached a major traffic junction, the driver caught Aldrin’s attention through the rearview mirror.
“Ask the Alpha,” the driver communicated with his eyes, nodding toward the intersection ahead.
“You ask,” Aldrin replied silently, shaking his head al
