CHAPTER 39: MIA'S DISCOVERY
Point of View: Lorain Hart
By 1:00 AM, the storm outside the Kane Estate had finally subsided into a dense, clinging fog.
The Gala had wrapped up hours ago, but the cold air inside the passenger seat of Saviour’s black SUV felt thick with unspoken secrets. Saviour drove with one hand heavy on the steering wheel, his dark suit jacket discarded on the back seat, his collar unbuttoned.
He hadn't spoken more than ten words since stepping out of his father's private study.
"Saviour," I murmured softly, my hand reaching across the center console to rest over his broad knee. "You're going to break the steering wheel."
His dark eyes flicked toward me, the lethal, simmering tension in his profile softening for a fraction of a second. He reached over, his large, cal
