The drive stretched longer than Jenna expected. Streetlights mixed into one another as the Rolls-Royce cut through the city. She leaned into the glass, her reflection fractured by passing lights, her heartbeat unsteady.
Kaelion had been different tonight, less sharp-edged, less domineering. Instead of dragging her, he had guided her. Instead of demanding, he had offered.
And that unsettled her more than his dominance ever had.
“You’re quiet,” Kaelion’s voice broke the silence. His hand rested lightly on her thigh, thumb brushing small circles that made her skin heat. “What are you thinking?”
“That you’ve spent far too much money in less than a week,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
His lips curved. “Money is meaningless. You are not.”
The words struck something raw
