The ride was slow, though welcome. Darius suspected the coachman and the horses pulling the carriage were tired.
It was silent between them, the kind of silence Darius could sit in comfortably. It felt better than the one he endured when he worked.
A quick glance, and Darius caught Serena's head bobbing up and down. After a few minutes, she rested her head on his shoulder.
The redhead adjusted himself, pulling his body closer to hers so she wouldn't wake up with a strain in her neck.
He sighed and let his head sink into the leather chair, humming a simple tune his mother had taught him. It was a lullaby his mother used to sing when he was a pup.
Soon, Darius closed his eyes, enjoying the ride. He was acutely aware of the way Serena's chest rose and fell, aware of her little twitches.
"Now, isn't that nice?" Ronan, his wolf, commented snidely.
"Go away," Darius grumbled through their mind-link.
