Lena's POV
The ride home was quiet
Not uncomfortable exactly — more like the silence of two people carrying the same weight and not yet ready to put it down in front of each other. The city moved past the windows in streaks of amber and white, indifferent to whatever was happening inside the car.
I watched the lights.
Damian drove the way he did everything — controlled, precise, with an efficiency of movement that suggested he never did anything without intention. His hands were easy on the wheel tonight though. Less rigid than the last time we'd driven in silence together, that night he had pulled over and told me I had no idea what I was dealing with.
We were both different people from that night.
I wasn't sure yet if that was good.
"Victor said you looked comfortable," Damian sai
