Izan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let that knowing smirk creep across his face, and that made Olivia narrow her eyes because it always meant he was up to something.
He gave her hand a firmer tug, steering her away from the obvious row of vehicles and toward a quieter side of the garage.
"Where are we going?" she asked, tilting her head.
"You'll see," he replied simply, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, like he was enjoying the little suspense more than he should.
They rounded the corner, and Olivia's steps faltered slightly when she saw it.
There, not far from where the Gemera sat, a different silhouette caught her eye, low, predatory, a presence that demanded attention even while standing still.
She blinked, momentarily caught between disbelief and intrigue.
Her lips parted before she could stop herself.
