Aira didn’t speak on the drive home.
Not to Adrian.
Not even to Zayn.
She tried.
She really did.
She responded when Zayn spoke, nodded when Adrian asked simple questions, even forced a small smile when her son laughed at something trivial.
But her mind wasn’t there.
It was still in that room.
Still standing in front of Selene.
Still hearing those words.
If I can figure it out… Lucien will too.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
Because that wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise.
⸻
“Aira.”
Adrian’s voice broke through her thoughts.
She blinked, realizing the car had already been parked.
“How long have we been here?” she asked quietly.
“A few minutes.”
Her stomach sank slightly.
“I didn’t notice.”
“I figured,” Adrian said gently.
Zayn had already unb
