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Chapter 38 - Safehouses and Best friends

Author: Thattrekonsi
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-12 23:28:07

—ASARAIAH KAINE—

The car ride blurred.

Calla sat beside me in the backseat, her hand gripping mine so tightly it hurt, like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go. Drayan drove, his posture relaxed, but the silence in the car was sharp, heavy, like the air before a storm.

I stared out the tinted window, the city lights smearing into streaks. The sting of Selene’s slap was still raw across my cheek. My gown clung wet and sticky against my skin, the faint scent of wine cloying at the back of my throat.

Know your place, human.

The words wouldn’t stop replaying. Each time, they carved deeper.

When we pulled into a narrow street on the edge of the city, Drayan finally spoke. “Out.”

The safe house was nothing like the Kaine mansion. No chandeliers, no marble, no sweeping staircases. Just brick walls, muted lights, and steel locks bolted into every door. It felt stripped down, functional. Built to endure, not to impress.

Drayan unlocked the door and held it open. His eyes flicked to
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