A brand-new Toyota Camry sat in the center of the driveway. The deep purple finish shimmered—subtle, not flashy—like twilight trapped in metal. The kind of color that looked ordinary until light touched it… and when it did, it transformed into brilliant dazzling, twinkling and glittering stars. Okay, so maybe a little on the flashy side.
Rex stood beside it, hands in his pockets, the faintest smile tucked under his now bare jawline.
“Your new set of wheels,” he said, holding the key out in his open palm.
My breath stuttered. It’s purple. I stared. At the car. At the key. At Rex. Words dissolved on my tongue. The car is purple.
Kaelith glanced at me, then at the Dravenholts, suspicion and awe fighting for first place on his face. “Serenya… what…?”
“I—” My voice broke. “I don’t… I can’t
