The Jaguar purred through Feilun's empty streets like a hunting cat, headlights cutting twin paths through the pre-dawn darkness.
Kane watched the city blur past, neon signs reflecting off rain-slicked asphalt in streaks of color.
Cyrus drove with precision, hands relaxed on the steering wheel, but Kane caught the tension in the line of his shoulders.
Kane stole another glance at Cyrus's profile. The dragon's expression remained unreadable, carved from stone and shadow.
"Cyrus—"
"You do the talking." Cyrus's voice cut through the silence, sharp and protective. "I'll be near."
"You're not going to forbid me from meeting him?"
Cyrus took the turn toward the marina without slowing, the Jaguar's engine barely whispering.
"Would it matter if I did?"
The question hung between them, deceptively simple. Kane opened his mouth, then closed it again.
They both knew the answer.
