Elena's POV

I leaned against the window, watching them drift past, and for a moment, the silence inside the car felt heavier than the storm outside.

“Brother,” I said softly, pointing ahead at the intersection. “Please stop there. I can take the subway back to school from here.”

Matthews frowned, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “It’s pouring, Elena. Let me at least drive you to the gates.”

“It’s fine,” I insisted, forcing a small smile. “I know Elder ...