I make my way to the sleek black off-road SUV, one of the crown jewels of Grimlock Motors—a vehicle built to withstand anything and everything. The gleaming metal reflects the morning sun, a testament to our craft. As I slide into the passenger seat, Tristan's already there, his usual stoic expression firmly in place.
He starts the engine with a grumble, the deep purr of the machine vibrating through the cabin. "We agreed on reconvening in an hour," he says, his tone clipped but laced with the faintest edge of annoyance.
"And?" I respond, feigning innocence, leaning back against the seat with a satisfied smirk.
"It's been two hours," Tristan replies, his eyes darting to me briefly before returning to the road.
I chuckle, unable to suppress the grin tugging at my lips. "I may have gotten... distracted," I admit, my mind immediately replaying the way Ember had looked at me, her emerald eyes dark with passion.
