Meredith.
The forest blurred by the outside, the road stretching ahead like a long dark promise.
Draven was quiet beside me. His gaze was fixed out the window, his face calm but unreadable, the faint glow of the moon casting a silver sheen on the edges of his profile.
Then, without a word, he reached into his coat and pulled out his smartphone.
I blinked, watching him swipe the screen and open his contact list—the faint light reflected in his eyes, sharp and focused.
That small, simple action made me think of my own phone—still in Azul's possession. I exhaled softly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the tyres.
Suppose I hadn't seen Draven reach for his, I might not have recalled that I had one of those.
My gaze drifted back to Draven's phone just as he found the contact he wanted. He pressed the screen, and I caught a glimpse of the name displayed there—Father.
Then, he lifted the phone to his ear.
