SERAPHINA’S POV
The same dark car was waiting in the parking lot where it had dropped me off earlier, idling beneath the streetlight.
I assumed my Nightfang driver had returned, efficient and unobtrusive enough that I could slide into the backseat and spend the drive home sorting through the heavy conversation I’d just had.
I reached for the handle of the back door.
Then the interior light flicked on.
Kieran looked back at me from the driver’s seat, baseball cap pulled low, sunglasses perched on his nose.
I froze, my hand still hovering over the door.
“Kieran?”
He lifted one hand from the wheel in a half-wave. “Hi.”
I stared at him. “You're not my driver.”
“No,” he agreed, having the grace to look sheepish. “I’m not.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, even as I pulled open the passenger door and slid in.
“Picking you up,” he said casually.
I crossed my arms and turned to him. “Really? Because to me, it looks like stalking.”
