The car ride to the party was filled with a tense silence.
Lucia sat in the backseat, her hands folded neatly in her lap, feeling the weight of the trio's presence.
Volkan was driving, his hands firm on the steering wheel, the sharpness of his jawline visible under the dim glow of the dashboard lights.
Tynan sat beside him, his eyes forward, expression unreadable, while Darth sat next to Lucia, his body language calm but watchful.
Despite the heavy tension in the air, none of them spoke.
It was as if they were silently preparing themselves for the evening ahead.
Lucia fiddled with the gold bracelet around her wrist, trying to keep her breathing steady.
She had been to business parties before—dozens, in fact—but this one felt different.
There was an energy in the car that she couldn't quite place, something electric, as if they were all on the verge of something explosive.
