Nia’s Pov
Rowan closed my door gently, then walked around to open the back one for Clara. “Hop in,” he said with that neutral politeness he used in business settings.
She smiled as if she’d just won something and slipped gracefully into the back seat, crossing her legs neatly. I caught her reflection in the side mirror, still smiling, still smug.
Rowan rounded the front of the car and got in, starting the engine. The low hum filled the silence as the lights of the parking lot glowed faintly around us.
I folded my arms across my chest, staring out the window, refusing to meet Clara’s eyes through the mirror. My mind was spinning, emotions tumbling over each other.
This woman really had the nerve. After all that condescending nonsense she said earlier, she still had the guts to smile li
