Chapter 401
Drivers in Rome were a terrifying bunch. Drio, now apparently focused on getting back to his place with a single-minded determination that was fairly glorious when I wasn't clutching my seat convinced that I would die, left them in the dust. I swear his flash-step magic extended to his car because that was the only way he jammed us into some of those slivers he called "openings" in other lanes. By the time he'd wedged us into something approximating a parking spot, I was breathing heavily and not from arousal.
I unclawed my fingers from the grooves I'd worn into the side of my seat.
Drio peeled himself out of the car. "You're looking a little tense."
"You think?"
He flash-stepped us from the car to the building's hallway, then up the stairs, to his floor, and into his room. It took six heartbeats.