MERRIELYNN.
Those words.
Something about the way he said them made my defenses falter.
Cormac never asked; he demanded.
But this? This wasn’t a demand.
“Cormac,” I started, shaking my head, “this is crazy. You don’t even know if I can—”
“I know you can,” he interrupted, his voice low but resolute. “And if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be asking you.”
There was no sarcasm in his tone, no smirk on his face.
He wasn’t teasing me, or testing me, or trying to make me look like an i***t. He was serious.
I swallowed hard. “Why me? Why not Juniper? Or literally anyone else here who knows how to drive?”
His jaw tightened. “Because I trust you with my car.”
The weight of his words hit me harder than I expected.
The irony.
Still, I hesitated. My hands trembled slightly as I looked down at the key
