Windsor's POV
Zion didn't waste time with explanations as his fingers wrapped around mine, pulling me away from the school parking lot.
"Where exactly are we headed?" I whispered, afraid to break whatever delicate moment we'd stumbled into.
"It's a drive," he said quietly. "But I need you to meet her. Really meet her."
Her.
Jelly.
The name sent my pulse racing. I swallowed hard and let him guide me forward without another word.
He held the passenger door open and waited as I slid inside. The car's interior carried hints of cedar mixed with his cologne, instantly wrapping me in familiar comfort.
The engine hummed to life, but he didn't speak right away. Instead, his hand found the back of my head, pressing gently until I relaxed against the seat.
"Sleep," he murmured. "It's going to be a long trip."
I shifted to face him. "Zion, I don't think I can handle this."
