The drive back home started out uneventfully. Demetrio and Angelo conversed in Italian while maintaining low notes. She did not think much of it. Angelo had been strangely absent that evening, so she assumed he was concentrating more on reconnaissance although it was difficult to imagine such a large man blending in well enough not to be noticed. While he reported his findings back, Raven felt her mind wander even as she snuggled up to the object of her thoughts. Demetrio tenderly stroked at her side with the back of his knuckles in a subconscious move as he spoke and she could barely control the shivers of satisfaction that threatened to run through her entire body. She was just getting into it when the warm body next to her own stiffened noticeably. The moment she pulled away from him an
