Kane hurried through the BSA's corridors, his badge beeping as he clocked out at the security checkpoint. The evening shift agents barely glanced up from their paperwork as he passed.
The parking lot stretched before him in the fading daylight, and Kane spotted Cyrus's sleek black sedan immediately.
Even from a distance, he could see Cyrus's silhouette through the windshield, perfectly still and composed.
Kane jogged the last few steps and slipped into the passenger seat, immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of Cyrus's cologne and the leather interior.
"Have you been waiting long?"
Cyrus turned the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life. His red-gold eyes held that unreadable expression Kane had grown to recognize—the one that revealed nothing while somehow saying everything.
"I'm patient."
The non-answer was so typically Cyrus that Kane couldn't help but smile, even as guilt twisted in his chest. He buckled his seatbelt and turned toward his dragon.
