Evaline:
The phone screen glowed faintly against my palm as I finished replying to Draven's latest string of messages. He had started getting restless... almost like he was past his limit of staying away from me. I sighed quietly, locked the screen, and slid the device back into my coat pocket.
We were only a few minutes away from the Thorne estate, but the snow had thickened, swirling against the windshield. The world outside had gone pitch-dark except for the car's headlights cutting two pale beams across the road. Kieran drove slower than usual, his hands steady on the wheel, his profile calm despite the storm pressing in around us.
I sneaked a glance at him, hesitated, then mumbled, "Sorry."
His head tilted slightly, eyes flicking toward me for a second with genuine confusion. "For what?"
