He didn’t say good morning.
Didn’t ask how I was.
Didn’t look at me.
Just waited.
Like always.
Steady.
Controlled.
Untouchable.
I slide into the passenger seat, the leather warm from the sun, the air inside thick with silence and something unspoken.
I buckle my seatbelt automatically.
Click.
The sound feels louder than it should.
Final.
He waits.
Of course he does.
Benji doesn’t move that truck until everyone’s secured.
It’s one of those things about him.
Unyielding.
Consistent.
Reliable.
Things that don’t change, no matter what else does.
I pull my earbuds from my pocket and slip them in before I can think about it.
Before I can look at him.
Before I can say something I’ll regret.
Or worse—something I mean.
The narrator’s voice wraps around me like a lifeline, smooth and familiar, pulling me into a world that makes more sense than this one ever has.
Witches.
Shifters.
Fated mates.
Love that defies everything.
