Elara's POV
Ryan and I sat in the back of the car in complete silence.
Same car. Same driver. Same man beside me who had sat in this spot a hundred times before.
Everything looked the same.
Nothing was.
Nyx was quiet. Completely still.
Ryan started to say something once. He looked at my expression and thought better of it.
His cheek still held the shape of my hand in red.
Nyx observed, almost to herself: 'That's probably the first time a woman has ever hit him.'
I didn't respond.
'Do you think,' she continued quietly, 'if it had been anyone else, he would have broken their hand for it?'
I had no answer for that either.
The silence in the car was the kind that made the driver grip the wheel with both hands and pray for traffic lights.
He got his wish.
Going around a bend, a bl
