Damian chuckled lightly. "No, he is," he said, tilting his head toward the other side of his car.

Kaira straightened to see who he meant.

The driver stepped out, his head lowered as he walked toward her.

Her brows lifted, her mind racing as if trying to place a half-forgotten memory.

When he reached them, Damian added, "He’ll be the driver. He drove me here. Not as skilled as Vincent, but manageable."

Vincent gave a small smile at the rare compliment, wondering if Damian really was ...