Adrian's POV
The drive back from the neighboring city was quiet, the hum of the road filling the silence that Morgana usually occupied with chatter. I'd spent the day helping her pick out a sporty red convertible, something she claimed would help her "feel like a professional" at the institute. We'd also stayed late for dinner.
We finally pulled into the driveway, the pack gates sliding shut behind us as we parked Morgana's new car.
"You didn't have to stay out that late with me," Morgana said, twirling the keys around her finger.
"I wanted to," I replied. "Besides, someone had to make sure you didn't destroy the new car."
She smiled. "Well, you enjoyed yourself."
I didn't deny it. "I did. Let's go in."
Inside the House, silence greeted us first. I walked into the fo
