By the time he got home, the city had switched from elegant to half-drunk. The velvet elegance of the Biltmore was gone…replaced by the faint hum of genuine Los Angeles nightlife: engines purring, neon signs bleeding into fog, sirens somewhere far away like a city-sized heartbeat.
Of course, despite all the chaos, streets still buzzed in that weird LA way… like everyone was chasing something, even if it was just validation or a decent taco.
He stepped out of the Regalia, nodded at Kaelan and Victor.
"Go rest," he said. "Or do whatever normal people do after babysitting an overgrown kid.
