Chapter 7
Heaven stared at the bare trees lining the edge of her parents’ property. Even with no leaves, they provided great shelter for the main house, preventing any passersby from snooping. It reminded her of Dylan’s house in L.A., minus the shale wall and security gate. Neither of those items would keep her safe, anyway. The incident in Aruba had proven that. As long as transporters existed, she could never be alone.
The rental car slowed as it proceeded to the driveway between the walls of trees. She moved her eyes toward Layne, noting the rigidness in his body. His hands perched at ten and two on the steering wheel. Wide eyes roamed every inch of the property.
He brushed his top lip against his soul patch. She’d never paid much attention to the tiny section of hair below his botto
