Kastiel's car was far better than Soren's car. It wasn't just nicer, it was a different category of vehicle entirely. Soren's car was sleek and modern.
This was a rolling fortress of silent luxury. The seats were a butter-soft leather that cradled you, the interior was a cocoon of polished wood and dim, ambient lighting, and the air smelled faintly of clean, cold ozone and expensive cologne. It was so quiet I could hear the faint, steady sound of Kastiel breathing beside me. And he had a driver, a serious-looking beta named Jayden, who had opened the door for us and now was driving us.
For a moment, I just stared out the tinted window, watching Novaterra glide by like a film reel. It felt surreal. Novaterra would never not look beautiful to me. It would always be beautiful. I don't think I could get use to the beauty this place has to offer.
"Where exactly are you headed?" Kastiel asked. His voice was quiet but seemed to fill the quiet space easily.
"To my workplace," I replied.
