Dami’s POV

The car was too quiet. The hum of the engine and the soft music from the radio were the only sounds cutting through the silence.

I sat in the back seat beside Rhea, my eyes fixed on the city lights flickering past the window. Axel’s hands gripped the steering wheel, veins tense against his skin. Rhea shifted beside me, watching me with that worried frown she always wore when I got too quiet.

“Dami,” she said softly, “you’ve been frowning since we left the office. ...