Chapter 54 – Passive-aggressive Letter
The city blurred outside. Towering glass, morning light, people bustling down the streets—none of it mattered inside the vehicle. Inside, it was cold, quiet luxury. Almost too quiet.
Rava stole a glance at Lux.
He was leaning against the window, one leg crossed over the other, gaze distant. Eyes half-lidded. Perfectly still.
Too still.
Not sleeping.
Just… thinking.
Probably.
Maybe.
Or maybe he was just zoning out like some rich guy who'd already decided which color Bentley he was getting.
She bit her lip.
Rava hated that she didn't know.
She wanted to say something—maybe tease him again. Maybe slide a little closer, nudge his knee, test the waters. Maybe do what she usually did when she liked someone too much and hated how much they got under her skin: distract, seduce, walk away before things got messy.
But this?
This wasn't the right time.
He looked like a statue right now. Quiet, unreadable.
Dangerous.
