Nova POV
The car moves steadily beneath us as the council buildings draw closer, their silhouettes rising against the blue morning sky. Jax is driving his eyes focused infront, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching back toward me whenever the road allows.
Each time his fingers brush mine the bond tightens slight but steady. He doesn’t need to look at me to know I’m struggling, he already does.
Luca sits beside me in the back, while Laurence is up front next to Jax, paperwork spread across his lap. He’s angled slightly toward the window, eyes scanning the pages in quiet concentration. He hasn’t spoken since we left the packhouse, but I can feel him, not in the sharp or overwhelming way I feel most people, but deeper. Almost familiar, like a current that’s always been there, running q
