Kael’s car moved smoothly through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine filling the silence. Ayla stared out the window, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her black jacket. The club lights faded into the distance, replaced by dark roads and glowing street lights.

Kael glanced at her, his hands steady on the wheel. “You’re quiet,” he said, his voice low but calm.

Ayla shrugged, her breath fogging up the window. “Just tired, I guess.” She muttered, unsure.

He didn’t buy it, but he didn’t push either. That was one thing she appreciated about Kael, he didn’t dig into her wounds unless she let him.

“She seems like...