Draven.
The drive back to the estate was quiet. Meredith didn't say a word the entire time.
She just stared out the window, her reflection faint in the glass. She appeared calm on the surface, but I could hear her heartbeat through the hum of the car. Still fast and uneven.
I sat beside her, my hand resting loosely on my knee, fighting the urge to reach out and take hers. But I didn't because I knew she needed space to process what had just happened.
She had killed two vampires, and she was still standing.
By the time the car pulled into the driveway, my chest was tight with something between pride and awe.
I stepped out first, rounding the car, and opened the door for her. She blinked as if coming out of a trance, then took my hand. Her fingers were cold.
Dennis and Jeffery followed behind us, speaking in low tones about the clean-up, but the rest of their conversation barely reached me. My entire focus was on Meredith.
