Chapter Twenty-Nine: Obsessed with her
He enjoyed the quiet most.
Not the peaceful kind people talked about, not the soft silence of sleep or prayer. This was better. This was the quiet that came after something was taken. After resistance faded. After the world was rearranged exactly the way he wanted it.
The car hummed beneath him as he drove, steady and calm, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. Angel lay in the back seat, her body slumped gently against the leather, breathing slow and shallow. He had positioned her carefully, seatbelt fastened, her head supported so she would not wake too soon. He did not rush. There was no need to.
He glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
So beautiful when she was still.
People always mistook stillness for weakness. He knew better. Angel was quiet, yes, soft, yes, but underneath that softness was something fragile and rare. Something men like Zahid did not deserve to touch.
He scoffed quietly at the thought.
Zahid.
