Ignoring his remark, Cixi continued, unwilling to let him wriggle away so easily. "Where are you?" The question came out sharper this time, and before he could slip another smug answer between them, she added, "And do not even think of saying in my heart!"
The driver's eyes flicked towards her in the rear-view mirror, curious in that quiet way drivers often were when they sensed they were ferrying someone tangled in a story not meant for strangers.
From the other end came a low, throaty chuckle, rich with that private amusement of his which always seemed to curl around her nerves before she could guard them. "Out of the city," he drawled at last. "I had business to attend to."
"Oh..."
The small sound escaped before she could dress it in indifference, and the moment it did, she regretted it.
Cassian, of course, did not.
