The car was waiting out front, humming softly like it had been impatient long before we even showed up. I didn’t glance at Raven as we walked down the front steps, though I could hear her boots crunching the gravel beside me, determined and annoyingly close. Matteo stood near the driver’s side, looking between us like he wasn’t sure if he should be worried or entertained.

"I’ll drive," he said quickly, sensing the tension.

"Good," I muttered.

Raven didn’t speak. I turned to her, gesturing toward the passenger door. "Get in."

She raised a brow. "Oh, how thoughtful of you, Your Majesty."

I said nothing, just narrowed my eyes.

She...