Sarah followed Jayden the way a lost kitten might follow the only familiar figure in a storm—uncertain, exhausted, and far too overwhelmed to question where she was being led. After everything that had happened, her thoughts felt tangled and sluggish, as though her mind could no longer keep pace with the chaos that had invaded her life. For now, all she could do was trust him and keep moving.
Jayden drove in silence, his expression unreadable as he guided the sleek black luxury car through the busy streets of New York. Sarah sat quietly beside him, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap. Now and then, she stole cautious glances at him, but the man remained focused on the road ahead.
Eventually, the vehicle descended into an underground entrance and rolled smoothly into what appeared to be a private VIP parking lobby.
The car came to a gentle stop. Sarah turned toward him.
"We're here."
Jayden only glanced at her briefly before offering a faint smile.
