Ivan
"Do you think they'll talk?" Nefera asked, opening her eyes.
"I don't know," I admit, running my fingers across her cheek, then moving them to brush along her leg, my eyes fixed on the road. "Caesar said they'd keep an eye on everyone, but I don't know if that'll be enough."
We were finally going home after this day trip turned into a three-day adventure. "Do you think they'll come?"
"Yes," Resting her hand on mine, my mate leaned back on the leather, watching me. "Chakra will make them."
