After the whole family was ready, they settled into the car, and Cassian drove off toward the business party.
Mira sat by the window, her gaze fixed deliberately on the city outside, refusing to look at him. Streetlights slid across the glass in long streaks of gold and white, their reflections blurring just enough to give her something distant, something safe, to focus on. The steady motion of the car grounded her more than she wanted to admit.
The kids filled the space with laughter, their voices overlapping as they argued about music, snacks, and what kind of desserts might be served at the party. Their excitement spilled freely through the car, unrestrained and warm. Cassian kept his eyes on the road, one hand steady on the wheel—yet every so often, he stole a glance at Mira. Brief. Careful. As if he were afraid she might catch him looking.
She didn't.
Soon, the car slowed and pulled up to the venue.
