Genevieve's POV
The Sentinel stationed at our vehicle pulled open the rear door with practiced efficiency. I settled into the backseat beside Seraphina, who had already arranged herself and was smoothing the fabric of her evening gown. Beyond the front windshield, I watched Kaelen gathering Lyra into his embrace. Her petite frame seemed almost ethereal against his broad chest. Delicate in a manner that sent an uncomfortable knot twisting through my gut.
He transported her toward the lead vehicle with deliberate precision. Each step measured. Each movement radiating an instinctive need to shield her from harm. As if one careless gesture might cause her to crumble entirely.
I forced my gaze elsewhere. Despising the surge of envy and rivalry that clawed at my composure.
Benedict materialized beside the driver's window. Two sharp raps against the glass. The Sentinel lowered it without hesitation.
"I will take the wheel," Benedict announced.
