At his words, my thoughts drifted, circling the question he left behind. How did he know any of that? The memory felt distant, like something buried deep in a past I no longer touched.
Soon, we arrived at Peakville Estate. The gates slid open as the car approached, recognizing its owner, the quiet air carrying a faint sense of territory and control. I helped him out when we stopped in front of his place. His body leaned heavily against mine, his usual sharp presence dulled, his guard completely down.
It took a while before the door opened. When it did, an older man stood there, his gaze immediately locking onto Nick. The moment he sensed his state, his expression shifted. "Oh, Nick. Why are you so drunk?" he said, stepping forward quickly. Then he looked at me. "Thank you for bringing him home."
I offered a small, polite smile and let him take over. Nick barely reacted, his head lowered, like he was still lost somewhere else.
I left without another word.
