Derek’s POV
The car ride back to Silvercrest was silent, with only the soft hum of the car engine filling the air. Fiona sat to my left with a rigid posture, like she was still frightened by her decision, and her eyes were fixed on the window even though there was nothing to see in the darkness that we drove in.
She hadn’t spoken a word since she slipped into the car, and I didn’t press her even though I wanted to know how she felt with everything happening. I could tell she was mulling over many things that she was probably not comfortable telling me.
Silence was something I understood too well to a fault, so her moment of brooding was completely fine by me.
Zeal sat in the front seat beside the driver, and with the way he asked if I needed anything at intervals, I know he had somet
