WHISPERS UNDERNEATH
~TATE’S POV~
The car smelled like leather and cold metal. Mathias drove with that quiet calm he always had, as if the road only needed him to keep steady. Daxon sat beside me, thumb brushing my knuckles now and then.
It felt like a shield.
Myra slid in and clicked her seatbelt with a nervous energy that made her fingers drum the seat. “Where to?” she asked.
“We’ll eat first,” Mathias said without looking away from the road. The way he said it made the word feel like a command, and I let it be.
The restaurant was small and dim. Lamps hung low, making pools of light on each table. The air smelled of warm bread and spices. Waitresses moved between chairs like ghosts that smiled too much.
“Good evening, Alphas,” a young woman said as we walked in. Her apron was perf
