The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the underlying metallic tang of nervous energy. Kasper stood close to me, his presence a dark and suffocating cloud.
"Congratulations, Luna. Welcome to the family," he said, his voice smooth as silk but cold as a winter grave. He turned his gaze toward the new driver, Max, and then back to my father with a nod that looked like respect but felt like a warning.
He leaned in closer then, his lips almost brushing the shell of my ear. His breath was warm, contrasting sharply with the predatory low growl in his voice. "This is Max. Your father and I made sure to satisfy your needs and your future needs, but do not get too attached to him. If you do, consider him a dead man."
