Aurora's POV
He didn't take me back to the Draven mansion.
I noticed when the car turned the wrong way but I didn't say anything immediately. I watched the city change outside the window.
Lucian sat beside me without explaining, and I had spent enough time in his company to understand the difference between silences that were withholding and silences that were simply waiting for the right moment.
This was the second kind.
We drove for forty minutes.
The house beyond it was not what I expected. I had expected something that matched Lucian's aesthetic, everything designed to communicate control. This was different, older than the Draven mansion by at least a generation. It looked like somewhere a person actually lived, rather than somewhere a person performed living.
"Where are we?" I
