WARNING ⚠️⚠️: SLIGHTLY SENSUAL SCENE. YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH IT.
DIANA’S POV
I stare at our intertwined fingers as the carriage moves around the pack.
He has really nice fingernails for someone who trains with his fists most of the time. My eyes trail to him as he stares out the window with a default frown.
“I didn’t know anyone still rode in carriages,” I start. He looks at me with a raised brow. “I’ve seen modern cars here.”
“They’re for attack and defense purposes, and they aren’t just cars,” he responds. “The humans made them, but we made them better.”
“How?”
He sighs, lowering his voice. “There are at least five missiles in each of them. Nitrogen dioxide can emit from them if the right button is pressed. The seats hide every kind of weapon you can think of,
