Rafael's POV 

I parked two blocks from her father’s house, turned off my engine, lights off. The street was quiet. 

A minute later the passenger door opened and Iris slid in. The second the door shut her scent filled the car, familiar, warm, undercut with something restless. My hands tightened on the wheel.

“Let's go,” she said softly.

I turned on the engine and drove. I took the long way, cutting through side streets until the houses thinned out and the road turned into an old service lane that dead-ended near a stretch of dark trees with no streetlights or cameras. I killed the engine. The only sound left was...