It had been one hell of a long-ass day that makes your soul feel like it needed to stretch and crack its back a few times. LA was a maze of chaos, heat, smog, and weird vibes that just stuck to your skin like glitter after a rave.
After a full day of driving around the city for Nyxavere's sightseeing, checking properties, meeting people, and just doing Parker-level shit, they finally dropped off Tessa. She waved like she was trying to pretend she wasn't sad to be left behind. Parker didn't say much, just gave her a nod that somehow said a thousand things—like yeah, he saw through it all.
Then, without a break or even a proper snack (which honestly should be a crime at this point), the navigation screen inside the Rolls quietly glitched. For a moment from where they should have been heading next—but then with the cold, smooth arrogance of a villain in a thriller, it shifted the destination to Hollywood. Just… Hollywood. No explanation.
