His car was already running at full speed even before they properly merged onto the national highway.
The powerful black vehicle moved like it belonged to the road itself, smooth, controlled, and dangerously precise. The engine did not roar loudly. It produced a low, confident hum, like a predator that did not need to announce its strength.
Dylan always drove like this.
Not reckless.
Not careless.
Just fast with absolute control.
His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, fingers positioned with the familiarity of someone trained to react instantly. His eyes remained fixed on the long silver road ahead, sharp and observant even in something as ordinary as driving.
His expression was serious.
Not cold.
But distant.
The kind of expression Lena had started to recognize meant his thoughts were somewhere deeper than the present moment.
Lena did not interrupt him.
She simply sat beside him quietly, her hands resting in her lap, her eyes occasionally moving toward him.
