The large extended vehicle (enough to hold 10 children) hummed smoothly along the winding road to the manor, its spiritual-energy engine purring like a contented beast.
Jax gripped the wheel with one hand, his other drumming a rhythmic beat on the dashboard, while Garret sat shotgun, arms crossed over his massive chest, staring out the window with his usual stoic expression.
The Newman siblings filled the back seats, their voices a cacophony of post-school chatter that bounced off the vehicle's interior like playful echoes.
"Milo, seriously, how do you even stay awake reading that stuff?" Jax called back, glancing in the rearview mirror at Milo who was still studying on the ride back, with a grin that split his face. "I mean, just the words on the cover of that book sounds like a spell to put me to sleep!"
