The ride back to campus was quieter than usual. The low hum of the engine filled the silence between Jeffrey and Butler Arden, who sat behind the wheel in that immaculate posture of his—one hand lightly on the steering, the other resting near the gearshift as though even driving required precision worthy of the Hunt family name.
Outside, the city blurred by in streaks of grey and gold, the morning light filtering through tinted windows. Jeffrey sat back, his hoodie pulled halfway over his head, not wanting to attract attention. Despite his insistence on discretion, the car itself—a matte black Rolls-Royce Spectre—and the three Rovers escorting it front and back said otherwise.
“Don’t you think this is a little too much?” Jeffrey asked after a long silence, his voice calm but edged with s
