Greyson’s POV
At the sound of my dark, rumbling voice and the gentle caress of my fingers, her thick eyelashes fluttered.
She shifted in my lap, letting out a soft, incredibly sweet yawn. Her violet eyes slowly blinked open, heavy with sleep and completely devoid of fear. Looking up at me, the dim, shifting lights of the passing streetlamps illuminated the absolute trust in her gaze.
“Greyson?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Blinking as she looked around the cabin, she realized she was no longer tucked against the dragon. “Did we stop? Are we at the Rift?”
“No, sweetheart,” I answered softly, my thumb continuously, rhythmically stroking her jawline, completely addicted to the softness of her skin. “We’re still ten minutes out. We just did a driver rotation.”
“You were drivi
