Evan stayed in the driver's seat for a few seconds after she'd bolted out of the car, just watching the faint shape of her through the window until she disappeared from sight.
He didn't start the car immediately. He just sat there, his jaw moving slowly side to side, his fingers drumming the steering wheel.
Something had been... off.
She'd been fine when they left. Nervous, sure, but that was Sasha...half shy, half teasing. But then... something changed. A hard switch.
His gaze slid toward the backseat in the rearview mirror.
He almost smiled. Almost.
Pulling out from the curb, he drove the quiet, lamp-lit streets back toward his place. The silence in the car was different now... heavier, thicker.
By the time he pulled into his driveway, the iron gates sliding shut behind him, he'd
