Caleb did not answer her question.
Not because he wished to ignore her.
Because, for the first time in years… he had absolutely no plan.
The realization irritated him more than he cared to admit.
His fingers rested steady on the steering wheel, posture controlled, breathing measured — yet beneath the stillness, his thoughts moved like a storm beneath ice.
Where was he taking her?
He had no destination in mind when he ordered her into the car. No strategy. No calculation. No political angle. No advantage.
Only impulse.
And impulse was a dangerous thing for a prince raised on discipline.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, gaze fixed on the road stretching ahead into darkness.
Beside him, she sat unnaturally quiet — small, tense, contained. Not submissive in the calculated way cour
