Chapter 64 My Shifter

• Celine’s POV
• The hum of the tires on the road has become a constant backdrop, a rhythm that matches the monotony of the endless stretch of terrain we’ve covered over the past two days. No stops, save for brief bathroom breaks, but this isn’t a typical journey. Sebastian’s cars are marvels of engineering, designed for both comfort and practicality. At the push of a button, the backseat transforms into a bed, a small luxury in an otherwise relentless trip. It’s where I find myself now, nestled between Dolton and Sebastian, wrapped in the strange comfort of their presence.
• The dynamic between us is shifting—almost as fluid as the car itself. Dolton, who once held his touch like a fragile promise, now seems to have shed that hesitation. His arms wrap around me with a quiet certainty, as though anchoring himself as much as me. Sebastian, ever the observer, alternates between joining us and immersing himself in his work. His documents scatter across the seat next to him, and his sharp focus feels like an unspoken reminder of the urgency driving us forward.