Kale's POV
The leather interior of Jace’s luxury sports car smelled like cedar and whatever expensive cologne rich guys wear. It was thick in the air and honestly messing with my head. I pressed my forehead to the passenger window and watched the neon lights of LA smear across the glass.
My old canvas backpack was shoved between my feet on the floor. It had maybe three shirts, a hoodie, and a toothbrush I grabbed on the way out of my cramped apartment.
We hadn’t said a word in twenty minutes. The engine had this low hum that I felt through my shoes. I swallowed and shifted, then risked a look at him.
Jace drove with one hand on the wheel like he wasn’t even trying. Before we left the JMC garage he had made a quick stop in his private dressing suite to change out of his formal office at
