Adrian
By the time we reached the apartment, the parking lot was mostly empty. Light spilled from our living room windows despite the hour.
Of course it did.
Evangeline noticed too. “Are they still awake?”
“Mason considers sleep a personal attack.”
That earned the faintest trace of a smile.
It was enough to loosen something in my chest.
I parked, but before I could get out, Evangeline spoke again.
“Adrian.”
My hand paused on the door handle.
“Thank you.”
“You already said that.”
“I know.”
She looked down at her hands, then back at me.
“I wanted to say it again.”
There was no apology in her voice this time.
I inclined my head, because anything more would have been dangerous.
We crossed the lot together. Evangeline rubbed her arms against the cold, her jacket too thin to do
