Two nights later, the night air outside was fresh and welcoming as Hunter’s sleek black car glided through the darkened streets. The slightly open tinted windows hid them from the world, wrapping Mirabella and Hunter in their own private silence as the city lights and people blurred past.
Hunter’s hand rested lazily on the steering wheel, his other arm stretched comfortably along the leather seat behind Mirabella. He was focused on the road. Too focused, or maybe he was in deep thought since his forehead folded a little. His presence and silence were both comforting. He stole a glance at her from the corner of his eye and smiled faintly at the sight.
Mirabella sat with her chin pressed against the window, her fingers drawing idle shapes on the lightly fogged glass as she hummed some inau
