"Liar…"
Rome only shook his head at the faint, slurred word before his gaze returned to Sylvia's sleeping face.
Her head was tilted awkwardly against the passenger seat, lips slightly parted, breath shallow but steady. A thin crease sat between her brows, even in sleep, as if her body refused to fully relax.
He reached over carefully, adjusting her seat just enough to ease the strain on her neck, then pulled the seatbelt snug across her to keep her steady. When he finally closed the door and returned to the driver's seat, the sound echoed louder than it should have.
He didn't drive fast.
The city lights blurred past the windshield, but his hands on the steering wheel were unnervingly steady for a man whose world had just cracked open. Every movement was controlled. As if any sudden motion, any loss of restraint might shatter what little composure he had left.
