Chapter 248

The moonlight looked even hazier tonight, like it had sunk deeper into the clouds. The sky, with stars faintly peeking through a thin veil of mist, was dim, not at all clear or bright. A sleek, pitch-black Rolls Royce cruised steadily down the road. Inside, the silence was heavier than when they had left. Though still quiet, the mood had shifted—tense, almost suffocating. Jareth Carrington hadn’t changed his expression since the moment they got in. His brows were furrowed hard, like they’d gotten stuck that way. His sharp features were tense, lips pressed into a cold line, giving off a chill that warned people to keep their distance. More than once, he flicked a glance at Celestia Brooks sitting in the passenger seat, like he wanted to say something. But the second he caught sight of her blank side profile, every word got stuck in his throat. He just couldn't say it. Time dragged on in the heavy silence. It wasn’t until the car rolled to a stop at a red light that Jareth finally opened