The ride to the Adama Royal Castle was silent.
Too silent.
Caleb sat in the back seat, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on nothing as the city blurred past the tinted windows, his reflection staring back at him—cold, composed, controlled.
A lie.
Because beneath that carefully crafted exterior—
He was unravelling.
“Faster,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the silence.
James nodded immediately from the driver’s seat, pressing slightly harder on the accelerator without question.
Caleb leaned his head back for a brief moment, closing his eyes, but the darkness behind them offered no relief.
Only her.
Iva.
Her face.
Her voice.
The way she looked at him—
And the way she left.
His jaw clenched.
Hard.
“Focus,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his h
