Kane climbed into the passenger seat, cradling his coffee like a lifeline.
The car smelled of leather and Cyrus's cologne, a combination that was becoming disturbingly familiar.
Cyrus started the engine, his attention fixed on the road ahead.
Water pooled in the potholes, reflecting the pale light of the clearing sky.
The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words about last night. Kane sipped his coffee, the bitter liquid burning his tongue.
"So," Kane ventured, desperate to break the tension, "what's the plan for today? Back to the office?"
Cyrus adjusted the temperature controls. "I have meetings this afternoon."
"Right." Kane nodded, watching raindrops race down his window. "By the way, Mochi texted. Says he found something about the Midnight Chalice."
That caught Cyrus's attention. His eyes flicked briefly to Kane.
"What exactly did he find?"
