The car purred through the sleeping city, headlights carving clean lines through the mist. Glass towers loomed on either side, their windows glittering like cold stars, Numen City's heart after midnight. Connor drove fast enough that the engine growled, one hand steady on the wheel, the other tapping restlessly against the console.
He could feel Uno watching him. The god hadn't moved, still lounging in the passenger seat with the same infuriating calm, blowing a lazy bubble with his gum before letting it pop. It was almost obscene how human he looked like this, like any man catching a ride with a friend, except for the air around him, the faint pulse of something too vast to belong in a body.
Connor glanced sideways at him once, jaw tight. "You could have warned me you were tagging along."
"You didn't ask."
Connor's laugh was sharp and humorless. "I didn't think I had to. Most people don't assume divine interference when they go for a drive."
