The car moved through the city in silence.
Liam sat back against the leather with his head resting against the seat and looked out the window.
The streets moved past in the way they do late at night, emptier than they should be, the traffic lights cycling through their colors for nobody in particular.
His vision was coming back slowly.
The blur at the edges was still there but the center had sharpened enough that things had shapes again. Buildings. Streetlights.
There were occasional cars going the other way.
'I almost agreed to it,' he thought. Not with panic.
Just the plain weight of it sitting in his chest. 'I was sitting in that chair with my vision gone and my body not responding and I was genuinely trying to figure out if I had a choice.' He looked at the passing streetlights. 'That's how close it was.'
He let it sit there for a moment. Then he exhaled slowly and glanced over at Elena.
Elena was beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed.
