She looked at the back of his head. The silver at his temples catching the moonlight. The set of his shoulders, completely relaxed in a way she had never seen inside the estate walls.
He slowed slightly.
Like he knew she needed a moment.
She didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
She looked at the territory until it disappeared behind them as the road curved back into the forest. She filed it away somewhere she wouldn't lose it.
Then she pressed her face back into his jacket.
And this time she held on because she wanted to.
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Nicholas POV
He heard it before she could possibly see it.
That was how he always knew they were close. The sound of it first....low and constant beneath everything else, underneath the wind and the insects and the dark. A pressure in the air that turned into sound and then, a few minutes later, turned into something you could feel in your chest.
He stopped the bike at the edge of the tree line.
Killed the engine.
