~Aria's POV~
The drive back to Los Angeles took four hours.
I slept for most of it, curled against the window with Lucien's jacket over my shoulders. When I woke up, the highway had turned into the familiar stretch of city freeway, the skyline sitting flat and bright against the darkening sky.
Lucien was on the phone. He'd been on it for at least two hours, I could tell from the way his voice had that worn, flat edge it got when he'd been talking business too long. He wasn't angry, just precise. The kind of precise that meant someone on the other end of the call was...