[Third Person].
Meredith felt his steady, assessing gaze, and after a moment, she turned her head to meet it. A small smile curved her lips.
"What's wrong?" she asked lightly.
Instead of answering directly, he tilted his head. "Is what I'm thinking actually what just happened?"
She chuckled softly. "Well, I will have to hear your thoughts first before admitting or denying anything."
Draven exhaled through his nose, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "I noticed the energy," he said. "Between Dennis and Miss Aurelion. And I noticed you—very deliberately—setting things in motion. You arranged for Dennis to escort her home."
Meredith nodded without hesitation. "You are perfectly right."
He studied her for a second longer. "Why?"
She didn't dodge it. "Because Helena Aurelion is Dennis's mate."
That earned a pause.
Draven's brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering across his face before he leaned back against the seat. Then, slowly, he nodded.
