The heavy door of the limousine clicked shut with a soft thud, immediately sealing out the noise of the New York night. Outside, the world was a messy blur of flashing cameras and shouting reporters, but inside, it was a quiet box of leather and expensive silence. Maeve sat on the plush seat, the wine-red silk of her dress rustling as she tried to find a comfortable position. Across from her, Cassian was a shadow of sharp edges and hidden anger. He stared out the tinted window at the passing lights of the city, his face looking like it was carved from cold stone.
The silence between them was heavy. It felt thick and vibrating, still carrying the heat from the dance floor. Maeve watched him through her eyelashes, a small, confident smile on her lips. She felt a rush of energy she hadn’t fe
