She blinked, startled. "You're going too?"
"My brother is involved. You don't suppose I stay back, do you?" He said in the same detached tone he usually used.
Her brows drew together. "But… why are you driving me? I can go mys—"
"Get in," he cut in. No elaboration. No warmth. Just the way people in this family seemed to speak—with clipped, sharp edges.
Alice hesitated.
Who the hell did he think he was to talk to her like that?
But she was not in the mood to argue.
She had things ahead. And also need to find a way to convince Hades to let her move into his home. That was if she did this correctly today.
She opened the door to the front seat and climbed in, settling into the cool leather.
The silence between them was taut as Dawin slid in beside her and started the engine. No small talk. Just the low hum of the car rolling forward and the tension of two people bound together by a man neither of them could fully understand.
Alice stared out the window.
