The silence in the car was different this time—not the tense, careful quiet of their first weeks together, but something softer. Luna watched the city blur past through tinted windows, her hand still tingling from where Grayson had held it as they’d walked away from the park.

“Your team knew exactly where to find those warrants,” she said quietly. She wasn’t ready to voice the larger weight of what had just happened.

Grayson’s profile was sharp against the afternoon light. He ...