Maeve’s POV
The leather seat of Maddox’s car felt heavy after the long hours at the studio. Outside the tinted glass, the city lights blurred into lines of gold and red as we left the business district. We turned onto the quiet gated roads that led toward the hills where the Vance estate sat alone.
Maddox kept both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. The silence between us was quiet. We had spent the last several hours taking down High Councilman Alistair Blackwood, stripping his family of their money, and locking his political access in under an hour. Neither of us felt the need to talk about it. The work was done. The filings were locked with the court, and Gawain was handling the legal side with our lawyers.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My body felt worn from the
