"I think the press conference was a hit," I said, slumping back in the passenger seat, emerald eyes still buzzing from the adrenaline high, raven waves loosening from their updo as the city blurred past the tinted windows.
"It was, Emily," Hellen replied, her ice-blue gaze flicking from the road, lips curving satisfied, honey-citrus pheromones thickening the car's cabin with possessive warmth.
"Thank you for answering the awkward questions for me, Hellen," I murmured genuine, cheeks flushing faint under the dashboard glow. "Lily bombshell, suppressants—you shielded me perfectly."
She was driving us back home, her strong hands steady on the wheel, tailored blazer discarded on the backseat. "Shouldn't you reward me? I've done good for you today—shredded your haters, buried Viktor."
I bit my full lip, heart stuttering wild. "I don't want to reward you!"
