KANE
By the time Kane's truck rolled into the private garage beneath his building, the city had settled into its nighttime rhythm.
Mona sat quietly, her fingers tracing invisible patterns against her thigh, her mind still catching up to everything that had happened. The fight. The kiss.
It was... a lot.
Kane killed the engine, the low rumble fading into silence.
"Come on, princess," he said, stepping out.
Mona followed, hopping down carefully this time without needing help, though her lips curved slightly like she had considered asking again just to see him react.