Chapter 43

CRYSTAL POV

About solid 4 hours and big fluid drums later, urban development blurred past the window as we whooshed down the city of Dallas.

The loud noise of traffic, tires squealing and sirens filled the outside air, muffled by the small comfortable cubicle of European metal.

For some weird reason, Domenico’s car wasn’t as complacent as Duncan’s.

Maybe I was just too busy fangirling over zaddy that I was forgetting the real world outside of the little fantasy he had built for me, but really… I didn’t get the zinging ache that always bubbles within my veins when I was in his car.

The interior smelled like burned leather and rainforest, not sandalwood, human skin, a faint stench of his cologne, and HIM.

And those three were my favorite scents. And by human skin, I mean his skin.

The speakers drummed softly as Harry Styles spilled out, covering the whole interior. Different from Duncan’s car which was always filled with blissful silence; the kind that had your mind wandering plac