[Okay…]
The Qi message streaked away at once, a faint silver thread of energy cutting cleanly through the night.
Camilla tracked it with her divine sense, watching the strand race across districts, over rooftops and streets, until it slipped into the cabin of the Lamborghini. The entire distance cost her almost nothing; her sense still blanketed the city as casually as a human might glance across a room.
Through that same sense she felt the moment the message reached him. Stan's posture shifted only slightly, shoulders easing, a quiet acknowledgment registering in the way he held the wheel. A small smirk touched his mouth, brief and private, before he simply continued driving. The car's engine remained a low, steady purr against the nighttime streets. No dramatic reaction. No pause. Only the calm acceptance of someone who had expected her reply.
