Rhea had fallen asleep shortly after they entered the North-East highway. The next time she opened her eyes they were entering New Ridge through the Rhenrick Bridge.
The rear cabin of the car was perfectly soundproof; Rhea should have gone untroubled until the car stopped in front of her house, but she had an uncanny connection with the city. It was as if her body knew that she was home.
Aron had noticed that several times before. Whenever she returns to the city, her entire bearing jolts up. The change is subtle but so consistent that, it was unmistakable for someone who had noticed it once.
She sat up straight and asked sleepily, “Were here already? For how long have I been sleeping?”
“Not long enough,” Aron said then planted a kiss on her head. He had one of his hands wrapped ar
