Liam sighed quietly to himself.
'I didn't even take that move,' he thought. 'I must be changing.'
Elena's Phantom pulled out of the compound gates at just past noon, the driver taking the route toward the city with the unhurried certainty of someone who had made this particular drive enough times to have stopped thinking about it.
Liam sat in the back beside Elena and watched the grounds disappear through the rear window as the gates closed behind them, the fountain and the hedgerows and the row of cars getting smaller and then gone.
He turned back around and settled into the seat.
Elena was sitting with her hands in her lap, her charcoal coat sitting precisely on her shoulders, looking forward through the windshield.
She had said very little since they left the house, which was not unusual for her, but there was a quality to this particular quiet that was softer than her regular quiet, like she had decided to just be somewhere for once rather than manage being somewhere.
