Cam's voice cut through the quiet hum of the engine.
"Adrien, Aria has called."
I blinked once.
The image of Clara's bloody palms smearing against soundproof glass dissolved from my mind, replaced by the soft leather interior of my May Bach. The shift was abrupt, almost jarring — from calculated hell to the serene hush of wealth.
I leaned back into the seat. Beside me, Cameron adjusted his jacket like he hadn't just watched me oversee a torture system designed to break gods.
"Put her through," I said.
He hit the answer button and held the phone slightly away from his ear — because he knew exactly what was coming.
"Finally," Aria snapped. "Took you long enough to pick up. What were you two doing? Plotting world domination? Or is Adrien still being dramatic and brooding?"
Cameron grimaced. "Hey, goblin princess—"
"Shut up," Aria's voice snapped. "Put Adrien on. Your voice is giving me a migraine."
Cameron blinked. "A mi—? I literally said one word—"
I cleared my throat.
