Rae's POV
The car door clicked shut behind me, sealing me into the passenger seat with a soft thud that felt louder than it should have.
Killian slid into the driver's side a second later, his presence filling the space-warm, familiar, like coming home.
He started the engine, the low rumble vibrating through the seats, and glanced over at me with that small, reassuring smile that usually made everything feel okay.
"You ready?" he asked, voice gentle.
I nodded, forcing a smile back. "Yeah."
He reached over, squeezed my knee once-quick, affectionate-then pulled out of Zara's parking lot. The city lights blurred past the window as we drove, streetlamps casting orange glows on the dashboard.
The radio played low, some soft indie track I didn't recognize, but I couldn't focus on it. C
