Calculated Devotion

Her voice trembled with worry. “What is Killian really after?”

Dane answered with practiced calm. “We’ll know tomorrow. He said she would call.”

Still, the knot between Phoebe’s brows refused to loosen.

Dane’s tone softened. “It’s late. Let me drive you home.”

They stepped into the cool night outside the station, sirens ghosting through city haze. Dane extended his palm. “Key to your car.”