The drive was too quiet for Lena’s liking. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers twisting together, and her eyes were glued to the window even though nothing out there could really hold her focus. Soren, sitting beside her, kept glancing over every few seconds, picking up on something in her body language she couldn’t hide.

“You okay?” he finally asked, voice gentle.

Lena forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

Soren wasn’t convinced, but before he could say more, Kieran reached across from the driver’s seat and placed a warm, steady hand against her forehead. The touch was so sudden she jerked back a bit, trying to swat him away.

“Stay...