The moment Kai rolled to a stop in front of the council building, I nearly jumped out of the car just to cool off my face. The place looked older than sin—dark stone, tall columns, the kind of structure that made you feel watched even when no one was looking.
Kylan’s car pulled up second. He stepped out first, slamming the door harder than necessary. “Remind me again why we couldn’t take one car like normal people?”
Kai didn’t look at him as he shut his own door. “Because you’re not normal people. And respect yourself.”
Kylan scoffed but didn’t reply, already adjusting his shirt like someone who lived to be petty. He looked fine. Handsome, even. Annoying.
Kieran joined us last, the classic car purring to silence behind him. He had that lazy, amused grin already tugging at his mouth as he walked toward us. “Mood swing much?” he asked Kylan under his breath.
“I will key your car,” Kylan muttered.
“Try it,” Kieran said, still smiling.
Kai ignored them both and moved ahead. Like always, I
