Lorien POV

Auren’s thumb drummed against the steering wheel, completely out of rhythm with the soft music humming through the car speakers music I knew he wasn’t actually listening to. His mind was elsewhere. I could see it in the tension etched along his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows. Whatever he was thinking about was bothering him.

I wasn’t exactly relaxed either.

He hadn’t come back to our room last night.

After what happened between us the kiss that still lingered ...