The interior of the limousine was thick with the scent of expensive leather and the staccato rhythm of Dominic’s voice. Ava sat beside him, her spine pressing against the seat until it felt like a board. He was hunched over his phone, his jaw working as he barked orders to a world that moved at his command.
Finally, he ended the call with a flick of his thumb. He didn't look at her immediately, his gaze fixed on the tinted window as the city blurred past.
"Did you pack everything you needed?" he asked, his voice dropping low.
"Yes," Ava replied, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
Dominic turned toward her then, his expression unreadable. He reached into the inner pocket of his charcoal jacket and withdrew a sleek, matte black card. He held it out between two fingers, a silent offerin
