Arianna’s POV
The city looked different from inside Killian McLeod’s car.
Not because it was luxurious, I had ridden in this car countless times for work-related errands, late-night document runs, emergency meetings—but because tonight felt… different. No folders between us. No tense silence loaded with deadlines. No ticking clock reminding me... It was just the road.
Everything outside the window blurred into streaks of light and movement, traffic signals bleeding into one another, storefronts glowing briefly before it disappeared , pedestrians reduced to shadows crossing illuminated pavements.
Normally, I would have been scrolling through my phone or replaying office conversations in my head, but tonight, my attention refused to settle.
I was thinking about Camille, Elliot, the da
