The black luxury car glided through the quiet streets of Zeden, its headlights cutting through the still night. The clock on the dashboard glowed softly, showing the time—11:26 PM.
Ruby leaned her head against the window, her fingers idly tracing the glass as she watched familiar streets pass by, her heart oddly full and content.
She couldn't believe she was back. Back in Zeden. Back beside Stefan. And somehow, everything felt... right. Even before they landed, Stefan had called Martin to have him wait to take them home.
Though she'd told him they could've just waited in the jet till morning but he'd insisted they returned home that she needed rest, and hell, yeah, she needed it.
Stefan's hand rested lightly on her knee as Martin drove them, his thumb brushing absent circles over the soft fabric of her pants.
