The car glided smoothly into Moonlit Villas. As they passed James' estate, Floyd hesitated, foot hovering over the brake. He'd planned to take Clara back to James' place, but the tear stains on her cheeks and the memory of her curled roadside with luggage like an abandoned kitten told him everything—she'd clearly been kicked out.
A storm cloud settled over his features as he accelerated toward his own mansion.
"Wake up, sleepyhead—we're home." Floyd gave Clara's shoulder a gentle shake after parking in the garage.
She answered with a sleepy whimper, furrowing her brow before drifting off again.
"Just how exhausted are you?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sleeping like a baby who partied too hard..."
Stepping out, he circled to her side. With careful fingers, he unbuckled the seatbelt
