Chapter One Hundred And Eighteen
The drive back to my apartment from the Arctic Wolves training facility was completely quiet. There were no words spoken between us as the car glided through the busy streets of downtown Chicago, but the silence this time wasn't heavy or filled with tension. It was an incredibly comforting, healing kind of silence. The loud, chaotic noise of the city streets stayed on the outside of the glass windows, unable to touch us inside our private sanctuary.
Khalid kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel, guiding the massive vehicle with absolute ease through the late afternoon traffic. His right hand, however, was resting warmly on my bare thigh. His large palm was heavy and solid against my skin, and his thumb moved in slow, methodical, and soothing cir
