Braelyn's POV
The drive to the Volkov estate felt endless. I had a feeling about what was going to happen. The entire ride was silent. I was lost in my thoughts hung up on Lucien. The way he stared at me was like he was trying to tell me something. I glanced at Raphael, a thought sneaking into my mind…
The way he seemed like Killian, like he was done wearing a mask. I clutched my skirt to calm my nerves.
The ride continued as the evening light slowly gave way to night.
Raphael sat rigid beside me in the back seat, staring out the window like the city lights might give him answers. The silence between us was thick, heavy with everything unsaid. I kept my hands folded in my lap, fingers twisting the strap of my bag until the leather creased.
