Dahlia's POV
I settled into the plush leather seat, feeling the car's temperature rise several degrees around me. The steady drumming of rain against the windows created a cocoon of silence inside the vehicle.
Soren's cologne mixed with the faint scent of whiskey, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that made my pulse quicken. The partition between us and the driver cast shadows across the backseat, giving us complete privacy.
I suspected Soren preferred no witnesses when alcohol loosened his usual composure.
Taking a steadying breath, I glanced at him as he sat with his eyes closed. The wine from dinner had clearly affected him more than usual, though he carried it well.
Just as I began to relax, Soren straightened abruptly. His expression shifted into something cold and calculating that sent a chill down my spine.
I had never witnessed this side of him before. It was genuinely unsettling.
