On the Road towards Blackridge
Selene sat in the passenger seat, her presence quiet but commanding. Rowan leaned back in the rear, unusually silent, still processing everything he had just learned.
Another brother.
Stronger.
Raised in a world they barely understood.
And Lyra sat beside him.
Closer than before.
But quieter too.
Her gaze stayed on the road ahead, her thoughts clearly somewhere deeper.
Adrian noticed.
Of course he did.
“You’re thinking,” he said.
Lyra didn’t look at him.
“I always am.”
Adrian’s lips curved faintly.
“Not like this.”
That got her attention.
She turned slightly toward him.
“And how is this different?”
Adrian’s voice lowered just a fraction.
“You’re not just thinking about strategy.”
A pause.
“You’re thinking about leaving.”
The truth of it
