SOMETHING UNREADABLE flickered across Lucson's face.
Then it was gone.
He turned his attention back to the road, knuckles resting easy on the wheel, posture unchanged—if anything, more controlled. The kind of stillness that didn't invite questions.
Carson noticed anyway.
He seemed to always do.
"Well," Carson said cheerfully, stretching his arms above his head, "since we're all emotionally exposed and headed toward danger, anyone want to know where we're going?"
Mailah lifted her head slightly. "Yes. I would actually love to know that."
Carson glanced sideways at Lucson. For the first time since they'd left the villa, his grin dulled. Not vanished—just… sharpened into something thinner.
"We're still following her," he said.
"Seryn," Mailah murmured.
Carson nodded. "She's being polite about it."
Lucson let out a quiet breath. "She's being deliberate."
Mailah frowned. "How so?"
