Chapter 44 Answer Me, Seraphina

• The car was silent.
• Nicholas’s hands rested on the steering wheel, his knuckles relaxed but his jaw firm as his eyes fixed on the road. The hum of the engine filled the air, steady and low, while the city blurred past in streaks of steel and glass. These days, It was starting to seem like she couldn’t get away without him driving her.
• Seraphina sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, trying not to fidget. Her mind ran laps around itself, replaying the way Nicholas had asked her the question the night before. His voice had been calm, almost deceptively so, but underneath it she had sensed something else, maybe urgency.